Unconditional (Book Two)

30. Unconditional { Part One }

Once the girl has looked at the image on her phone with bright eyes, she pulls up her sight to me, looking absolutely happy. "This is amazing!" she squeaks. "Thank you so much, and have a safe flight. Say hi to Jim from me."

"Oh sure thing, honey. Thank you very much," I say as she walks away.

"Bye!" And she is gone.

Things like this are the ones keep me going, that keep my hope up, and that make me realize that as people recover the things how they actually are–there is no reason for Jim to remain stuck on the same hell that Colin drew us in. Even specially when I am supposed to let him know about his child as soon as I can. And this will be with or without his memories, I don't even care anymore. I've had enough of this crap.

At a faster pace and glancing at the watch on my wrist, I quickly buy a greek yogurt–since honestly it's the only thing my now sensitive stomach is taking at the moment–and proceed to walk to the gate where, as I arrive, I immediately notice that a line of people is already waiting to board. In that case, I put the sealed yogurt in my bag and take my ticket in my hand.

"Have a nice flight," says the man as he takes my ticket.

"Thank you." And I proceed to the jet bridge to finally board the beautiful B787-9 taking me to my destination.

The flight attendants politely greet me as I walk in the gorgeous airplane, and I proceed to take my seat over at row 14. Window seat, my luck–because I'm never willing to miss the amazing experience that flying in these amazing machines is.

"Amelie?!" A very familiar, male voice calls my name. It is not Jim's voice of course, but it isn't until I turn around and gaze at the man who called me that I feel a little surprised once again.

"Jason?!" I exclaim as he takes the seat next to me. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?" he states surprised and with a small chuckle.

"Well I am going to Paris. And you?"

"I live in Paris, ever since people thought I wasn't alive I just built my life in that place. Just for a little more though. Looking forward on returning to L.A in about two months," he says, turning his phone to airplane mode.

"That's–wow I didn't know that." How is it that such strange things have been happening? I saw Jason once when I still didn't have my memories, but I didn't know that he lives in Paris. Even less did I imagine that he'd be sitting next to me during the course of the flight.

"Yeah. I've been on and off L.A this past month though, but I have to work so I must be heading back."

"Ah," I state, as I fasten my seat belt. "And you're in New York because..."

"Just the connection. Even though...I came here for a few days before going to L.A. remember?"

I nod with a weak, half smile, and look down to the screen of my phone to switch it to airplane mode as the airplane starts taxiing.

"A-Amelie," he says breaking the silence. "Are you okay?"

It is like if he read my mind. No of course I'm not okay, I haven't been okay in the past months for extremely obvious reasons. Not that Jason really knows though, all unless Mayim–as I already know–that has been talking to him about the situations, has been including my feelings in the conversations. But well, even if not, I was with this man eight years of my life, how wouldn't he know me.

"No," I speak weakly and with some hesitation, my eyes fixed on my lap. "I am not."

There is a pause where the only sound interrupting the silence is the sound of the huge Rolls Royce engines being switched on from the cockpit.

"Amelie," starts Jason gently. "I know I've given you reasons why not to trust me...but I want you to know that you can be completely sure that whatever you share with me will remain untold. You know I've been helping Mayim find ways to get you and Jim back together because that's where you guys belong. There is really nothing else I want right now than to see you smiling again and with him by your side."

My eyes continue fixed down at my lap until I wipe a silent tear away and look at Jason with a sincere, appreciative smile. "Thank you, Jason. I really really appreciate it."

He smiles at me, and looks through the open window as the aircraft lines up with the runway. "You don't have to thank me, Amelie. You have no idea how I felt when Mayim told me that you got your memories back." A pause. "......So then....why are you really going to Paris?"

Am I scared to say why I am going to Paris? No, not really. Getting to know Colin's weak points has made myself stronger in a sense. But what thinking about the situation and going to Paris makes cross through my brain is actually a lot more pain than fear. Like something I wouldn't want to remember but just can't get out of my mind. It is the pain of having to get to the point where escaping is the only hope; where the situation is not ACTUALLY safe, as Colin always finds a way to keep his word–in this case killing Jim; where calling Jim to let him know about our child doesn't guarantee that he'll get his memories back, maybe in love he'll be, but will it be the same?

"I am escaping Colin," I say after moments of hesitation.

"Amelie," speaks Jason in shock and wide eyes. "But isn't that–"

"Dangerous? Of course it is," I interrupt. "And I don't really care about for me to be honest. It was Jim I was worried about, and the only reason why I was putting up with Colin."

"Aaaand....that changed because...."

"Because I am pregnant." That's it. I said it. No turning back now, and as if it wasn't going to be noticeable in a few months.

"Colin's child?" he says horrified.

"NO!" I exclaim with wide eyes, and as the aircraft takes off smoothly. "No no no thank goodness. It's not Colin's, it's....Jim's." I can't help but smile a little, even when I can't manage to hide the hurt in my eyes.

"Jim's?! But how–"

"It was all Mayim's fault," I state with a chuckle. "But I could never thank her enough." I place my hand on my still-flat tummy, and smile.

Jason smiles as well, and nods his head. "Well, I am very happy for you."

"Thank you, Jason. Now I just have to arrive at Paris and call Jim immediately."

"Of course. I'll be there for whatever you need," he says.

I smile at him, and thank him again. And just as my eyes gaze through the window, I witness the big city of New York disappearing at the distance. That is where Colin stays, and a place I will not be returning ever again as he remains alive. That horrible place I used to live in...is hopefully gone for what rests of my life. As it is now my turn to switch the path of my being. It is now my turn to be a mother, a wife, and a woman. It is now my turn to finally stand up and rebuild my life.....Just as how it is now Colin's turn to finally repay for what he's done....It is now Colin's turn to fall.