She stood there quiet looking at the pond. She looked at the fish which were frozen in time. She looked at Jack who had frozen time just with a single gust of ice. She sat down on the edge of the pond and looked down at the ground. He sat down beside her touching her arm and making her flinch. She breathed in, and looked up at him.
“I knew you were different.”
“I knew you were too, that’s why I trust you with this.”
“I…I just don’t know how to accept this when you don’t know anything about my…never mind.”
This caught his attention and he looked into her eyes which weren’t focused on his. She was looking at all his facial features, adding up the signs. The pale blue eyes, his hair, how cold he always was, his snow white complexion with just a dash of light blue, how could she let this happen? How could she possibly let herself fall for this boy? No wonder her father had told her to stay away, he did mean Jack not Jeremiah. He knew about Jack before she even did. Her father would never accept this and maybe…neither would she.
“I can’t see you anymore.”
He felt an aching in his chest, one that felt like a million shards of glass were stabbing at his heart. The chill that went through his veins, he was never affected by it, but this time it hurt like a dagger had been thrust through his skin and twisted. He was broken. Why was she doing this to him? How could she possibly do this? He really thought she liked him as much as he did her.
“Didn’t you hear me? I’m breaking up with you, Jack.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as did his. Her tears spilled out onto her cheeks into warm streams leaking down to her lips.
“You can’t, why? Why can’t you take me as I am?”
He rested his hands on her cheeks wiping her tears away with his thumbs as his tears dripped from his chin and ran down his neck. She shook her head.
“It’s not you, I swear.”
“So it’s you? How could it be you? You’re perfect.”
He ran his fingers through her hair lightly as she cried harder. She looked down at her hands as he planted small sweet kisses onto her face.
“I can’t tell you, Jack. You have to understand. I’m not as strong as you.”
He shook his head as he brought hers up with his index finger making her look into his indigo eyes which were now glassed over with hurt and pain. He gazed into her orange brown eyes and he pressed his lips onto her forehead.
“I’ll understand, Hestia. You’re strong, I won’t judge, love. I promise.”
She shook her head and wiped her own eyes.
“Stop crying, please.”
“Not until you stop.”
She snorted trying to balance her breathing. Jack held her in his arms as she murmured about something only Auburn and her father knew.