That small delicate voice echoing throughout his head as if he was hollow. That name sounding like the most beautiful word god had ever created continue to pulsate through his mind.
"Jason?" The voice called out again.
He was scared to turn around thinking it would only be just a dream, but the other side of him wanted to know if it was real.
His body tensed and his weight on his right foot to lead up the stairs shifted to his left. He turned around slowly, not wanting to startle the voice that was calling him.
The woman he thought had vanished from his grasp had ever so lightly slipped back in. Her eyes red and puffy from crying, her mouth shaped downward, and her hair messed up from rubbing her scalp. Her appearance matched identically to his.
Soon enough silence was screaming throughout the house. It was just him, and her watching each other to see who would make the next move.
"What are you doing here?" His voice dark as he slowly took a step closer but their distance still far apart. He seemed as if he were frustrated and angry not because she came back, but because she left. Her mouth opened and then closed not knowing what to say. He tried another approach, "why did you leave?" He says a little louder.
"What?" She said her face changing from sad to confused.
"I mean," he pauses to take a couple steps closer, "why didn't you stay with me." His voice cracking a bit at the end of his sentence. She takes a long breath to hold in what she was afraid to let go.
"I didn't know what to do," she looks down at the floor playing with her fingers. "I thought you wanted me to go." she looks up tears starting to form in her eyes.
"I thought I did, but then I realized it was harder for you to leave than for you to stay." He speaks quietly getting closer to her as seconds go by. She remains quite until he's just inches away from her face.
He takes hold of her hands and she begins to relax a bit, but worried this moment would vanish any second. "Y/N," he whispers lacing his hand in hers, and the other on her cheek. "Please don't go." Everything looks cloudy from the tears now falling on his face, he couldn't hold back and she couldn't either.
He quickly pulls her into his embrace and squeezes her tight, afraid that if he let go, it wouldn't be real. They both fell to the floor still holding on. She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her legs around him not wanting to let go.
This was it.
This was the feeling they had been missing, the one that was struggling to explode out of their bodies. In this instant they figured out what was most important.
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This is the last part of the story, ily
