PS. I've written this chapter differently. I hope it doesn't ruin that chapter. It's from Both Jane and Lisbon's POV.
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Previously: "What do you want Jane?"
"To talk...I want to explain a few things."
"Not here Jane...we should leave. Coffee?"
"I uhh Yeah...why not."
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The ride to the cafe was short, but silent, painfully silent. It was the kind of silence you feel when a storm is brewing. The kind of silence that you experience in those few minutes before the wind picks up full speed. Before the thunder starts to crash around you. Before the lightening takes hold and destroys that in it's kind of silence. It wasn't comfortable. Thank God it was only a Five minute drive.
You get out of the car, surprised in the first place that she had let you drive. Then again, everyting was wrong at the moment. You head over to her side of the car where she is slowly climbing out herself. You put you're hand on her arm, to help in someway and she send you this look. This look that explains itself. Don't even try, it says. It may be self explanitory but you can't figure out why you see it. She's angry at you? Or is this Just her trying to regain some of her independance. She's closing you off? You're here now, that's a start.
As you approach the entrance, you hop in front of her, with a cocky smile, hoping to cheer her up. It doesn't appear to. So you carry on, and you open the door for her gesturing for her to go on in.
She stops, you think she's going to reject you're simple offer of being a gentleman but she simply glares at you, and storms on in. you shake you're head, trying to hide you're pain.
What the hell has happened?
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It was painful, so painful, to sit there in that silence. To sit there watching him, the pain evident on his face. Such an uncomfortable silence.
Thank god it wasn't long.
You sigh as he pulls the car up to the curb just outside of the cafe, as he slowly opens his door and gets out. After a minute, you do the same. And then he is there. His hand is on you;re arm, such a simple caring gesture, but it's too much. You know you're not good for him, you know you can't let him get any closer to you. You glare at him, and he knows so well what it means. He knows what it means but you see the confusion evident on his face anyway. He is trying to figure out why? Why are you acting this way. He doesn't question it, instead he drops his arm and lets you get out of the car, alone.
Walking towards the entrance, you nearly stumble as he jumps in front of you, a huge grin on his face. You fight so hard not to smile, and it works. You simply stare at him. He was trying to cheer you up, seeing a failure he carries on and jumps to the door opening it for you. A perfect gentleman, that's what he was being. But again, it was all to much, you don't want to react, so instead you stop walking. You stop and you glare at him, his smile fades slightly but he doesn't let up, eventually you give up and walk in.
As he walks in behind you you glance back at him. There by the door, he shakes his head and simply smiles, it was obvious he was trying to hide the pain.
You know what he is thinking. He is the mind reader but in this very moment you know. He's thinking "What have I done? What the hell has happened?"
You are causing him pain and you know it, but to you, for now there isn't another option.
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You look around you and see she is already seated in the furthest corner of the room. The darkest too. What is she doing? Why is she acting this way.
Instead of making you're way over to her, he go to the counter, you have a better view of her here, with the lights and the mirrors, her face is illuminated in the darkness. You hope she doesn't know this. You order 2 plain coffees and stare at her while you wait.
You see her sit, and wait, she stares around the room. She runs her fingers through her hair and wipes her hands over her face. Then you know she can't see you watching. She brings her face into her hands and stays that way. No way is she resting, she's crying.
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You can't stand to look at him any longer. You can't stand to see the sadness etched upon his face so you turn around and walk away to the farthest and darkest corner of the room. You hope that he can't see you. It's him, he'll find a way, an angle. You watch him as he contemplates which way to go, grateful when he turns and walks to the counter.
God...you feel terrible. You can't stand to push him away but you know you have too. The pain you are feeling builds up, and keeps on building until you don;t feel you can keep it an any longer. So you bury you're face in you're hands.
You just let go.
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SO! Short...yes. Sorry... :) I know this chapter was a little different but I wanted to give it a try so please let me know if you liked it. If it's something that ou would like more of. Feedback is ALWAYS apreciated! Thanks! :D
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