Nothing Left to Lose
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“Why not?”
Because I’m in love with you. Because I love my life with you in it. Because a world where someone as special as you lives, can’t be the horrible place I once thought it was.
All of those answers ran through my head at the same time. But what I actually said was, “Because you gave me my life back.”
His lips parted as a muscle in his eye twitched. I pushed myself up from the floor. He didn’t move.
I held down a hand to him. “Come on, Pretty Boy; let’s go get some food, all that exercise has made me hungry,” I laughed uncomfortably. I’d never openly had a conversation with anyone like that before, my therapist had always tried to get me to talk, but I either made bitchy comments or lied.
“Why did you tell me all of that?”
I looked up at his stunned face and shrugged. “Because I trust you, and I could see it was important to you that I opened up.”
He stood up and a grin stretched across his face. I knew there and then that he wasn’t running anywhere, not yet, at least. “Thank you,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion.
“No. Thank you,” I whispered gratefully.
A couple of hours later, our hire car rolled into the cemetery parking lot. Ashton’s hand was tight in mine as we walked through the graveyard. As per my usual routine, I stooped and picked up any dandelions that I came across on the way. About ten feet away from his grave, I stopped and looked at Ashton. “Do you think maybe I could be on my own for a bit? I promise I won’t go anywhere.”
He sighed deeply, shaking his head. “Anna, I can’t. I’m sorry.”
I stepped up and put my arms around his waist, setting my head on his shoulder. “Please?”
“Anna, I can’t,” he whined.
“Please, Ashton?” I begged, trying not to cry. I needed to talk to Jack about everything that had happened and beg for his forgiveness. I couldn’t do that with Ashton watching over me and listening.
His arms tightened around me as he groaned in defeat. “I can move a bit further away, I guess,” he conceded, pulling back and looking down at me with a suddenly stern expression. “You do not move from this spot. I’ll still be able to see you, if anyone approaches you, anyone, you get up and you run as fast as you can to my side, understand?” A muscle in his jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed in warning. From his expression, I could see it was hurting him to do this.
I nodded and smiled gratefully, watching as he closed his eyes for a second or two and then let his arms drop from my side before he stalked off to a tree that was about fifty yards from Jack’s grave. He pulled his gun from the leg of his pants and stood perfectly still, scanning the area over and over. A little chuckle escaped my lips because he took his job so seriously. It was terribly cute.
Getting back to the matter in hand, I turned back to Jack’s marble headstone and sprinkled my dandelions over the top before setting my lilies down next to the fresh flowers and the unopened birthday card that had his mother’s handwriting on the front. I sat on the grass and pushed my hand into my sweater pocket, pulling out the card that I had made for Jack. I’d drawn it myself. It was him playing football and it was from the last game that he played. He’d just scored the winning touchdown and had kissed his hand and thrown it to me. It was sweet, a typical Jack moment, and one of the many happy memories I had of him. It had taken me a long time to draw the card. It was harder than I thought, but I’d gotten through it. In almost four years, this was the first picture I had ever drawn of him that wasn’t of that night or him covered in blood.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Hi. Happy birthday,” I whispered. “You would have been twenty today. No longer a teenager. I don’t know what we would have done for your birthday, maybe a party or something. Tomorrow my dad will be the President so, to be honest, we probably could have done anything that you wanted in the world,” I smiled weakly. “My life is pretty crazy right now; I have a lot of stuff going on. I’m not sure if you can see me from where you are or if you know what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling, but I have some things I need to talk to you about.” This was even harder than I thought it would be.
“I, er, have someone in my life that I didn’t expect to ever have. His name’s Ashton Taylor. I brought him with me when I came here last time.” I glanced up to see Ashton shifting from one foot to the other, nervously scanning the area. “He’s right over there. He’s a little crazy. Look at him, waiting for someone to hurt me in the middle of an empty cemetery.” I shook my head at his overprotective nature.
“Anyway, he’s a really good guy, Jack. We’ve become close. He’s the only one I can be myself with, I trust him and… I’m so sorry, but I’ve fallen in love with him.” Tears pooled in my eyes. “I never meant for it to happen, I swear. He just kind of snuck behind my defences and wormed his way in.” I never stood a chance against his charm really. I thought back to the first time that I’d walked into my father’s office and saw him. I thought then he was the most beautiful boy in the world, and I had shaken his hand.
I sighed sadly. “Everyone’s always telling me that you would want me to be happy. They say that you wouldn’t want me to go through life on my own and that you would want me to move on. I’m praying that it’s true, because he makes me so happy. I feel incredibly guilty about it. I don’t think I should be allowed to be happy if you can’t be,” I frowned. “But I know that if I’d died, I couldn’t bear the thought of you being unhappy, and I would want someone else to make you happy,” I said honestly. I wouldn’t want him to suffer; I’d just never been able to apply the same concept to myself.
Because I’m in love with you. Because I love my life with you in it. Because a world where someone as special as you lives, can’t be the horrible place I once thought it was.
All of those answers ran through my head at the same time. But what I actually said was, “Because you gave me my life back.”
His lips parted as a muscle in his eye twitched. I pushed myself up from the floor. He didn’t move.
I held down a hand to him. “Come on, Pretty Boy; let’s go get some food, all that exercise has made me hungry,” I laughed uncomfortably. I’d never openly had a conversation with anyone like that before, my therapist had always tried to get me to talk, but I either made bitchy comments or lied.
“Why did you tell me all of that?”
I looked up at his stunned face and shrugged. “Because I trust you, and I could see it was important to you that I opened up.”
He stood up and a grin stretched across his face. I knew there and then that he wasn’t running anywhere, not yet, at least. “Thank you,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion.
“No. Thank you,” I whispered gratefully.
A couple of hours later, our hire car rolled into the cemetery parking lot. Ashton’s hand was tight in mine as we walked through the graveyard. As per my usual routine, I stooped and picked up any dandelions that I came across on the way. About ten feet away from his grave, I stopped and looked at Ashton. “Do you think maybe I could be on my own for a bit? I promise I won’t go anywhere.”
He sighed deeply, shaking his head. “Anna, I can’t. I’m sorry.”
I stepped up and put my arms around his waist, setting my head on his shoulder. “Please?”
“Anna, I can’t,” he whined.
“Please, Ashton?” I begged, trying not to cry. I needed to talk to Jack about everything that had happened and beg for his forgiveness. I couldn’t do that with Ashton watching over me and listening.
His arms tightened around me as he groaned in defeat. “I can move a bit further away, I guess,” he conceded, pulling back and looking down at me with a suddenly stern expression. “You do not move from this spot. I’ll still be able to see you, if anyone approaches you, anyone, you get up and you run as fast as you can to my side, understand?” A muscle in his jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed in warning. From his expression, I could see it was hurting him to do this.
I nodded and smiled gratefully, watching as he closed his eyes for a second or two and then let his arms drop from my side before he stalked off to a tree that was about fifty yards from Jack’s grave. He pulled his gun from the leg of his pants and stood perfectly still, scanning the area over and over. A little chuckle escaped my lips because he took his job so seriously. It was terribly cute.
Getting back to the matter in hand, I turned back to Jack’s marble headstone and sprinkled my dandelions over the top before setting my lilies down next to the fresh flowers and the unopened birthday card that had his mother’s handwriting on the front. I sat on the grass and pushed my hand into my sweater pocket, pulling out the card that I had made for Jack. I’d drawn it myself. It was him playing football and it was from the last game that he played. He’d just scored the winning touchdown and had kissed his hand and thrown it to me. It was sweet, a typical Jack moment, and one of the many happy memories I had of him. It had taken me a long time to draw the card. It was harder than I thought, but I’d gotten through it. In almost four years, this was the first picture I had ever drawn of him that wasn’t of that night or him covered in blood.
I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “Hi. Happy birthday,” I whispered. “You would have been twenty today. No longer a teenager. I don’t know what we would have done for your birthday, maybe a party or something. Tomorrow my dad will be the President so, to be honest, we probably could have done anything that you wanted in the world,” I smiled weakly. “My life is pretty crazy right now; I have a lot of stuff going on. I’m not sure if you can see me from where you are or if you know what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling, but I have some things I need to talk to you about.” This was even harder than I thought it would be.
“I, er, have someone in my life that I didn’t expect to ever have. His name’s Ashton Taylor. I brought him with me when I came here last time.” I glanced up to see Ashton shifting from one foot to the other, nervously scanning the area. “He’s right over there. He’s a little crazy. Look at him, waiting for someone to hurt me in the middle of an empty cemetery.” I shook my head at his overprotective nature.
“Anyway, he’s a really good guy, Jack. We’ve become close. He’s the only one I can be myself with, I trust him and… I’m so sorry, but I’ve fallen in love with him.” Tears pooled in my eyes. “I never meant for it to happen, I swear. He just kind of snuck behind my defences and wormed his way in.” I never stood a chance against his charm really. I thought back to the first time that I’d walked into my father’s office and saw him. I thought then he was the most beautiful boy in the world, and I had shaken his hand.
I sighed sadly. “Everyone’s always telling me that you would want me to be happy. They say that you wouldn’t want me to go through life on my own and that you would want me to move on. I’m praying that it’s true, because he makes me so happy. I feel incredibly guilty about it. I don’t think I should be allowed to be happy if you can’t be,” I frowned. “But I know that if I’d died, I couldn’t bear the thought of you being unhappy, and I would want someone else to make you happy,” I said honestly. I wouldn’t want him to suffer; I’d just never been able to apply the same concept to myself.
