Her chest felt tight as she put a hand over her beating heart, catsuit in tatters, face smudged from her time spent helping to rescue Grace. She was hungry and tired but there was a determination in her steps as she made her way to Jack’s apartment though she faltered in her steps a few times.
Am I crazy to be going to him? she thought as stopped at a corner to let a car pass before continuing. He didn’t even text me back. Maybe he doesn’t want anything to do with me? Heart sinking at the thought as the building came into view, Katelynn’s steps slow before stopping completely, wondering if she was doing the right thing.
Yet she didn’t want a “what if” to hang over her head for the rest of her life.
She gulped, standing there among the crowd just a few feet from the entrance of the building, ignoring the stares as she was too focused on one thing only.
Jack.
It had been more than a week since that last, fateful text from Katelynn. As the days had gone by, Jack had waited, hoping desperately that she’d message him again, and hating himself for and more for not answering. But it had hurt so much when she came back, only to leave him again. He was too afraid, too weak, to try again.
Katelynn’s birthday had come and gone, with no word from the woman herself. When they’d become a couple, back in December, Jack had been so sorry that he’d missed her birthday that year, and held out hope that they’d do something very special and romantic for this one. Instead, he’d spent the day alone in his apartment – painting, cuddling the dogs, and when he couldn’t hold it back any longer, breaking down and crying in silence.
Now that he’d gotten that out, however, he was feeling a little better. He still missed Katelynn terribly, but at least he could go outside and go through the motions of his life again.
And the weather’s nice today, the blue man thought, looking out the window. I could take the dogs to the park. Maybe something will happen.
Jack Maple 