Gone

Chapter 8 - Questions and Regrets

FLASHBACK:

-Thank you, for saving us. What happened to Brian?

- He died. Everybody, except you, Eve, Jeremy and I, thinks it was a robery gone bad. We have to go to his funeral tomorrow.

I was shocked, I had to pretend I didn't know what really happened that night.What about his parents? What were they going to say to Brian's little sister?

-Let's go. I'm hungry. - said Jeremy coming from the kitchen.

 CURRENTLY:

 On that day nothing special happened. We laughed, eated and drunk together. A pretty happy and normal day, but still in the back of my mind lingered what the guy who broke in my house said."Lady I wont hurt you unless you tell me where the bastard is.That little boyfriend of yours". He was looking for Nick. Guys like him don't make such a big errors like that.

Was Nick alive? «C'mon Jade you know that's impossible, you watched him die. He died in your arms» The small rational part of my mind reminded the dreamy one. 

I went to bed thinking about everything what had happened. Trying to come to a conclusion, I came to a very important question. Why is everyone trying to hurt/kill me? That question actually made sense if  he was still alive. But that was a big "if".

And what about Brian? I mean, he has a little sister. Tomorrow I am supposedly to console his family, pretending not knowing what really happened. I coud I live with myself? People are getting hurt because of me. What am I suppose to do?

I couldn't sleep, I got up and went to the balcony to see the ocean and the beach, with the lights out. The beach always seemed to calm me , but this night nothing worked.

In the beach I spotted, Damien and some other guy arguing. "What is Damien doing at 3:45 am in the beach with some other guy?"  My inner detective was jumpping and oddly my inner muse was going crazy too.

"WAIT!! Is that..?! No, it can't be him.. "  My whole body shivered, the guy I was seeing standing next to Damien was Nick. It can't be possible. "It's just your mind playing tricks on you" I repeated silently, over and over again to myself. I felt like I was seeing things, going crazy. It was not the first time I thought I had seen Nick. There was nothing I wouldn't do to have him again. At least for one minute longer."Let him go" My neglected rationality half- whispered. I couldn't let him go.

I couldn't move even if I wanted to.My body was somehow frozen. Part of me wanted to believe he was standing there, alive, the other, well, the other was terrifically quiet for my liking.

OUT IN THE BEACH:

-Nick, you can not expect that every time she in trouble or someone tries to hurt her I'm around. I've got my life too you know? - Damien said trying to hide his feelings for her, he was just getting tired to " push" her into loving someone else, but himself-.

-Look, I need her to be safe and most important, I need her to move on.I trust you can keep her safe.

-Do you really think she's safe?! Two guys, at least, tried to kill her this week. You need to tell her you're alive! She's safer with with you.. - he instantly felt guilty for what he had just said. When a person is in love with another, they will try their best to keep the other safe, happy. But Damien's case was different. He was in love with one of his bestfriend's girlfriend. He wanted the only girl he couldn't have-.

-It's just a bit longer, untill I finish the mission. Then I promise I will disappear.- Nick was trying to forget her, for her sake, he had to keep her safe at all cost. He was letting her go.

- You said that two months ago.  Maybe you just have to accept that maybe, you can't finish this mission. You're dealing with bad people. Look, what did the agency do keep her safe?

- I have an idea. You have to seduce her and try to make her falling in love with you. - he could feel phisically his own heart breaking and getting out of breath - .

- Nick, stop! Listen to yourself! - against all his instincts he spoke.

-It's for her sake.. please do this for me.

-Nick, this the last chance I give you! One shot. No more after this one.

IN HER HOUSE:

With all my strenght left in my muscles I went back to the bed, trying to sleep, for today's funeral.