What Could Have Been
Okay, this is just a short one shot bit. Don't ask me what made me think this up, but somehow I did. This takes place on the one year anniversary of the day Jason died. I'm going to say that due to mob violence Jason died about a month after Elizabeth walked out because of the Sonny mess. There wasn't ever a Courtney relationship. Once her stalker thing was over they didn't ever really get together. Elizabeth did move on with Ric though. Everything went on, just without Jason. Carly getting kidnapped by Ric and that storyline happened. You get the picture.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cemetary
Elizabeth sat on the bench opposite Jason's grave. She visited him a lot recently. Somehow, finding out your husband was a crazy sick man who kidnapped his sister in law to give you her child had some given her a lot to think about. A lot of thinking about the past.
Some of the things were happy memories, things she'd done right in her life. All of the times with Lucky before the fire, being with Jason after it. She'd had such clarity then. When had her vision clouded over?
She had spent the last year walking away from the people she should have stuck close to. And she clung to the ones who she should have left. Ignoring the warnings of the people around her.
How was it she had met Ric and thought that he was the one for her? That he would be everything she had ever wanted? The people she loved and even the ones she couldn't stand had told her that he wasn't what he seemed. Hell, even Ric himself had told her he wasn't what she thought. But she didn't listen.
She barely talked to Emily anymore. The person who had once her greatest friend ever was now one of those people you waved and smiled at. Every once and a while they would stop for a quick chat. They stayed on nuetral topics, her art, Emily's health, her new relationship with Nikolas. But compared to the times when they shared every detail of their lives with eachother, it was a far cry from the strong friendship they had once shared.
Her relationships with Lucky and Nikolas were very much the same. They greeted eachother in passing. But never anything more. She knew it was her fault. She let the world go on around her, staying in her own happy false Ric world.
Her Gram and Bobbie were two of the only people she was friendly with anymore. She talked to them, but never revealed how she really felt.
It was the fire all over. Everyone thought she was being so strong, that she was getting over Ric and his lies. But inside, she was dying. And she had no one to share that with. Only one person had ever seen the real Elizabeth.
And she was most likely sitting six feet above his own feet.
She remembered the day when she heard he had died. Gunned down in the rain. Very much like how she had thought Sonny died. She remembered going on with her day as though it was all okay. She remembered every word that people said about Jason. How cold he was, how he was an enforcer. She rememered ignoring them.
But when she got home she could feel the nagging pain in her heart grow. Jason was dead. There would never be a ride to nowhere again.
No one understood. They all thought that he meant nothing to her anymore, except for a unfond memory of the past. But he wasn't.
Carly had shot daggers to her at the funeral. She didn't go to the graveyard with them though. Somehow, she couldn't bear to see that. She didn't speak. She didn't say a word the whole time. No one there wanted to hear what she had to say. Only Jason would have, maybe. And he could tell it all from her eyes.
She never really found out if she loved him. One minute she would be sure, she had loved Jason Morgan. But the next she would never be too sure about that fact. Was it love? Or just friendship. She could fool herself into believing things.
Like she fooled herself into thinking that walking away from him would be best.
When the truth was, she had just been a fool, plain and simple.
"He loved you."
Elizabeth turned around. Sonny Corinthos was standing in front of her. His eyes dead, as usual. Even though it had been a year, she didn't think he had recovered. Him or Carly. No one in the town could have guessed how much of an impact Jason Morgan's death had on so many people. Most of the town went on, leaving Jason's memory behind, not Sonny and Carly though. Not the Quartermaines. And not Elizabeth.
She heard his words in her head. But her heart wouldn't listen. "You don't know that."
Sonny flashed her a ghost smile. And he laughed at her. It may have very well been the most terrifying sound she'd ever heard.
"You don't know anything about Jason." He told her, his laughter ceasing. He sneered out the words.
"I knew him." She defended quietly. Her heart was building a stone wall around its self. Very much like it did every time Jason's name was mentioned.
"You don't know what he was going to do. What he was giving up for you. You walked out." Sonny told her. She could tell that he had no qualms with filling in these brand new blanks.
"What do you mean?" She questioned, eyes hard. Almost as hard as their hearts had become.
Sonny's face had a shadow flash over it. He put his head down and started to leave the cemetary.
Elizabeth stood up, she wanted to hear what he was saying. "What do you mean?" she asked him again, voice louder. The words were shaky and her voice cracked.
Sonny stopped. He didn't look over his shoulder or turn around. "He loved you. He was leaving the mob for you. He knew that to win back your trust he would need to prove he loved you. He knew that once he told you all of that then the two of you could be together. But when he got home, there you were. Bags packed and you didn't want to hear his side of it. You were already out the door before he even had the chance to tell you that he was committed entirely to you. That he was out of the mob. He knew then that you didn't love him back. And that he'd killed all chance of you ever loving him."
With that revelation Sonny resumed his walking. He never looked back, or said another word.
Elizabeth felt the tears start to slip down her face. She sank down to the cold ground, leaning against his headstone. She sobbed as her fingers traced the words on the gray stone. She knew that she would live the rest of her life without him. Knowing what she did. What she had let go.
She knew she'd spend every day until her last breath wondering what could have been.
I hope you liked it. Please (PLEASE) let me know what you think.
Okay, this is just a short one shot bit. Don't ask me what made me think this up, but somehow I did. This takes place on the one year anniversary of the day Jason died. I'm going to say that due to mob violence Jason died about a month after Elizabeth walked out because of the Sonny mess. There wasn't ever a Courtney relationship. Once her stalker thing was over they didn't ever really get together. Elizabeth did move on with Ric though. Everything went on, just without Jason. Carly getting kidnapped by Ric and that storyline happened. You get the picture.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Cemetary
Elizabeth sat on the bench opposite Jason's grave. She visited him a lot recently. Somehow, finding out your husband was a crazy sick man who kidnapped his sister in law to give you her child had some given her a lot to think about. A lot of thinking about the past.
Some of the things were happy memories, things she'd done right in her life. All of the times with Lucky before the fire, being with Jason after it. She'd had such clarity then. When had her vision clouded over?
She had spent the last year walking away from the people she should have stuck close to. And she clung to the ones who she should have left. Ignoring the warnings of the people around her.
How was it she had met Ric and thought that he was the one for her? That he would be everything she had ever wanted? The people she loved and even the ones she couldn't stand had told her that he wasn't what he seemed. Hell, even Ric himself had told her he wasn't what she thought. But she didn't listen.
She barely talked to Emily anymore. The person who had once her greatest friend ever was now one of those people you waved and smiled at. Every once and a while they would stop for a quick chat. They stayed on nuetral topics, her art, Emily's health, her new relationship with Nikolas. But compared to the times when they shared every detail of their lives with eachother, it was a far cry from the strong friendship they had once shared.
Her relationships with Lucky and Nikolas were very much the same. They greeted eachother in passing. But never anything more. She knew it was her fault. She let the world go on around her, staying in her own happy false Ric world.
Her Gram and Bobbie were two of the only people she was friendly with anymore. She talked to them, but never revealed how she really felt.
It was the fire all over. Everyone thought she was being so strong, that she was getting over Ric and his lies. But inside, she was dying. And she had no one to share that with. Only one person had ever seen the real Elizabeth.
And she was most likely sitting six feet above his own feet.
She remembered the day when she heard he had died. Gunned down in the rain. Very much like how she had thought Sonny died. She remembered going on with her day as though it was all okay. She remembered every word that people said about Jason. How cold he was, how he was an enforcer. She rememered ignoring them.
But when she got home she could feel the nagging pain in her heart grow. Jason was dead. There would never be a ride to nowhere again.
No one understood. They all thought that he meant nothing to her anymore, except for a unfond memory of the past. But he wasn't.
Carly had shot daggers to her at the funeral. She didn't go to the graveyard with them though. Somehow, she couldn't bear to see that. She didn't speak. She didn't say a word the whole time. No one there wanted to hear what she had to say. Only Jason would have, maybe. And he could tell it all from her eyes.
She never really found out if she loved him. One minute she would be sure, she had loved Jason Morgan. But the next she would never be too sure about that fact. Was it love? Or just friendship. She could fool herself into believing things.
Like she fooled herself into thinking that walking away from him would be best.
When the truth was, she had just been a fool, plain and simple.
"He loved you."
Elizabeth turned around. Sonny Corinthos was standing in front of her. His eyes dead, as usual. Even though it had been a year, she didn't think he had recovered. Him or Carly. No one in the town could have guessed how much of an impact Jason Morgan's death had on so many people. Most of the town went on, leaving Jason's memory behind, not Sonny and Carly though. Not the Quartermaines. And not Elizabeth.
She heard his words in her head. But her heart wouldn't listen. "You don't know that."
Sonny flashed her a ghost smile. And he laughed at her. It may have very well been the most terrifying sound she'd ever heard.
"You don't know anything about Jason." He told her, his laughter ceasing. He sneered out the words.
"I knew him." She defended quietly. Her heart was building a stone wall around its self. Very much like it did every time Jason's name was mentioned.
"You don't know what he was going to do. What he was giving up for you. You walked out." Sonny told her. She could tell that he had no qualms with filling in these brand new blanks.
"What do you mean?" She questioned, eyes hard. Almost as hard as their hearts had become.
Sonny's face had a shadow flash over it. He put his head down and started to leave the cemetary.
Elizabeth stood up, she wanted to hear what he was saying. "What do you mean?" she asked him again, voice louder. The words were shaky and her voice cracked.
Sonny stopped. He didn't look over his shoulder or turn around. "He loved you. He was leaving the mob for you. He knew that to win back your trust he would need to prove he loved you. He knew that once he told you all of that then the two of you could be together. But when he got home, there you were. Bags packed and you didn't want to hear his side of it. You were already out the door before he even had the chance to tell you that he was committed entirely to you. That he was out of the mob. He knew then that you didn't love him back. And that he'd killed all chance of you ever loving him."
With that revelation Sonny resumed his walking. He never looked back, or said another word.
Elizabeth felt the tears start to slip down her face. She sank down to the cold ground, leaning against his headstone. She sobbed as her fingers traced the words on the gray stone. She knew that she would live the rest of her life without him. Knowing what she did. What she had let go.
She knew she'd spend every day until her last breath wondering what could have been.
I hope you liked it. Please (PLEASE) let me know what you think.