Die for us

I need a miracle...

Bryn’s POV –

Jason looks up while walking towards the car, we make eye contact and I turn away, staring down at my shaky fingers. They fidget with one another and I grab my roses on the driver’s seat, cradling them in my arms. Jason strolls around the car and opens the door, settling inside and looks at me.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asks sincerely.

“I don’t want to ruin your time here; you should go back...take your time.” I nod my head, staring at the roses.

Jason exhales loudly and stares straight ahead, uncertain as to what to say or do now. I bite my lip and caress one of the roses which were beginning to wilt. I’d have to put them in a fresh vase of water once I got home. Maybe place them on my bed side table, along with the many things Jason has given me.

“I’ll come another time.” Jason says, lifting himself off the chair to dig in his pockets.

I place a hand on his arm and he freezes. I grip his arm, fear taking over my entire body. I was falling apart on the inside and even as my fingers feel the heat of his skin, I felt like he was slipping out of my grasp.

I once said it was better to go after something you’ve never had before then to stick with what you’ve had your whole life.

I gave up Bryn Westmoore for Jason McCann and I’m paying the price for allowing the both of us to fall so deep into this pit of darkness. I won’t even allow myself to call this love because hate will be all that’s left between us.

That’s what I fear most, having the one I love hate me more than I already hate myself.

“I feel selfish Jason...” I whisper, feeling like I was speaking to myself. “I’m forcing you to leave this place over seeing...your family for a moment.”

“It’s fine Jane, honestly.” Jason puts his hand over mine.

I look up at him and his eyes soften once he notices the worry painted all over my face.

“I’ll take you home; it’s no big deal baby.” Jason leans in and kisses my forehead.

As he pulls away he thumbs my cheek and half smiles at me. I sit back against the seat and Jason fumbles into his pocket to pull out his car keys. I stare at him and he starts the car, glancing at me for a split second.

I look down at my roses and try to smile. I never told Jason this but roses were my favorite kind of flowers and he was such a romantic, Roses also signified love and romance. Never would have thought someone as cold as him would know such a thing, or maybe he doesn’t.

“Thank you.” I give a Jason a small smile. “They’re my favorite.”

Jason begins to drive out of the cemetery and he smirks at me while focusing on the road. His pride shown perfectly over his flawless face, he was proud to have picked out the correct flowers.

“You’re welcome.” Jason says.

We’re quiet for most of the ride home; suddenly Jason moves the back of his hand and places it on my thigh. I look at it and Jason opens his palm, wanting me to hold his hand. I slowly take his hand and interlock our fingers and Jason squeezes my hand in his.

We arrive in front of my house and I open the door, putting one foot out onto the concrete. I look at Jason and he gives the car some gas, it roars loudly and he turns to look at me.

For the next moment we stare at each other, my fingers tapping on the plastic wrapped around my roses. Jason knew there was something wrong with me; I could tell he was trying to figure out what it was. He licks his lips and stretches his arm out; his hand grasps my neck and pulls me towards him.