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Somebody That I Used To Know; Het, James fic, drama/romance
Topic Started: December 16, 2011, 2:04 am (14,459 Views)
ElisabethOrion
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March 7, 2012, 3:37 pm

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I don't know what to say really. I tried really hard to like Katerina, but she didn't really help me and this was a final nail in her coffin.

Yes, unresolved situations, unanswered questions and speculations about what might have been catch up with you sooner or later. But then you think about it, you be honest to yourself and then you decide what to do. She loves Jason? Give me a break. You don't love someone so profoundly that you're ready to leave him (and supposedly break your own heart in the process) to pursue his happiness and then decide to sleep with someone else. All unresolved questions aside, you just don't do that. It's a matter of choice, and she made hers. So she made a choice to sleep with someone she half considers her rapist (although it's pretty clear she doesn't at this point) just to see what it's like. I don't get it.
But, I'm always hard on female characters... :cool

Now, as for the writing, the last two updates were exceptional. I also liked the movie-like description of the James - Jason fight. It was really dramatic and intense, and just what a fight between two testosterone loaded rivals should look like :)
Also, the last punch by Lars... It kind of fit the whole setting.

And the cliffhanger at the end of the last chapter is just priceless. Jason's reaction - perfect! I actually shuddered at the picture of him sitting there for God knows how long.
There is only one way for him to preserve his integrity here, in my humble opinion. Every other option just makes him look weak and kind of pussy whipped. So, let's see how the drama goes on! Give us more! :)
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Without a doubt, the sex scene was hot, but Kat disappointed me so much. When you love someone you don't go and have sex with someone else, that's just me...and she told james she was in love with Jason, and let alone having it with the person she considered, at some point, as the one who raped her, she even went to therapy because of that, but oh well....It's all good. :wink

I wonder now what Jason will say or think of her, because he's not naive, he knows what happened in there. Somehow I sense Jason will be so disappointed in her. I don't understand Kat...quite honestly I don't. :P

Good work. :tu:
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@ Bo & Scorpion Flower:

No worries you two if you don't particularly like Kat. There are days (most days) where I cannot stand her!! But I wrote her this way for a specific reason. Part of it has to do with the fact that in many (not all) fics I've read the OFC can never do any wrong. It's usually the male characters that makes all the terrible and morally questionably decisions that end up hurting those around them. I just feel like this isn't realistic. Women make JUST as many misjudgments and terribly selfish decisions as men do, so I wanted to include that in here.

In addition, because Kat has only had one serious relationship (let's face it, she was set to marry her high school sweatheart), she is really immature when it comes to adult relationships. She has shown us that time and time again by making the worst possible decision in many of the given situations. While she can look after herself in all other aspects of her life, she's a bit of a fish out of water when it comes to relationships. Since she's made truly terrible decisions in the past, I figured she would probably screw this up too because there was nothing that has happened to really give her a different perspective and make her stop and think. She's a "right now" person, not someone who thinks about the consequences of her actions (or if she does, she doesn't think about them realistically). Thus, her ways of rationalizing her actions are often superficial and hedonistic and don't adequately reflect the reality of the situation. She truly does love Jason, but she is too immature to deal with those feelings appropriately.

I think Jason's reaction will be satisfying for you two (I hope!!). He is pissed and he is hurt! I really hesitated including her sleeping with James. I thought long and hard about it knowing that it would piss some people off! But ultimately, for what I have planned with the rest of the story, it works. In real life, people don't always get happy endings and they need to take responsibility for their actions.

Hope that clears a few things up :) basically her stupidity!!!

And stay tuned, I'm just editing and cleaning up the next bit. I'll probably post it later today (after my classes!) :)
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If I may...

I like that she's flawed. She's clearly likeable, gorgeous, and neither Jason nor James can resist her, but she's far from perfect. And you're right, so many fictions have that "Mary Sue" complex with their OFC (let's face it, it can be fun to write a flawless, awesome female who can do no wrong), so this is a little more realistic. Also realistic is the fact that if the Mighty Het were towering over you in a doorframe, asking for a kiss, and then asking for more, it'd be damn hard to say no.

Or maybe that part's just me.

But given all the history she has with James, maybe she didn't want the last memory she has of them together to be of him basically abusing her.

DYING to get Jason's reaction to this. Also, um, morning after pill, anyone? Anyone? Kat? No? Maybe?
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She does sound real, that's why I bothered to write (perhaps a bit too pissed off at the time lol) such a long analysis of her move. So, kudos to you for making her layered and, obviously, intriguing enough for us to discuss her. As for not being able to resist her rapist, well, I have a very strong opinion about that, but since she only tries to persuade herself he raped her, I won't dwell on that.

As for Jason, as I said, there is really only one right thing for him to do and I hope he does it. Otherwise, speaking of fanfic cliches, he will become one - submissive, "I take all the shit and James' leftovers" Jason. I'd hate to see that happen, so I'm eager to see what he has to say too :D
But don't mind me, it's your fic in the end :biggrin
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Yeah no update yet...sorry! :biggrin

But again, no worries!!

I'm always open to constructive feedback. I think it's important if I ever want to improve as a narrative writer! So please, don't hesitate. :)

If I may, I think that that is the one thing this forum lacks; constructive criticism!

Kat's relationship to James is based very very very very very loosely on one of my own past relationships that I won't go into detail about because, well it's in the distant past and I'm much the wiser for it now. Suffice it to say, their relationship is one of those things that I thought long and hard about. Ultimately Jason's reaction might be the thing that kind of really serves as a wake up call for her in terms of needing to take responsibility for her actions. That's all I'll say for now!

As for the update...probably later tonight. I was editing a section of it last night that I wasn't quite 100% happy with (though when are we ever 100% happy with our writing!) and then I got sidetracked for a few hours and I still haven't had time yet to finish my editing of it!!

But I will try my darndest to keep on track and post tonight!
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Okay, thanks for your patience. Here is the next bit. Um, don't hate me! LOL

There is another 1 and a half chapters left to this story. Yay, almost done.

Thanks again for all the comments! It's really lovely and important to me to get great feedback. I would be lying if I said I wasn't influenced by some of the things you ladies have replied back with throughout the course of this fic.

Please Enjoy! :)


Chapter 32

After James left there was a pregnant silence as Jason and I looked at each other. I didn't need to ask to know that he felt both hurt and betrayed. I could read it clearly in his eyes. They were blazing with anger, seeped in pain and looked ready to tear me apart.

I opened my mouth to speak but Jason held up his hand to stop me.

"Don't. Just don't okay. I need a minute to think" he said to me firmly, voice steady. He stood up from the bar stool and began to pace around the room, head down, hands folded back over his neck. "Can you go take a shower? I can't look at you and I don't want to smell him all over you".

I bit the side of my cheek hard in an attempt to keep my mouth shut and just do as he asked. I retreated into my bedroom, quickly undressing and tossing the soiled clothes into my laundry hamper. I went inside my bathroom and carefully stepped into the tub, pulling the shower curtain closed behind me. I turned the spray on to hot and then began to lather a dollop of vanilla scented body wash on a loofa.

I scrubbed my skin hard, making it flush red from the abrasive force. I tried to keep my mind blank but I kept coming back to the vision of Jason's look of pure betrayal. I knew that I had hurt him deeply, perhaps irrecoverably. It didn't matter now that I loved him. It didn't matter now that I had decided to that we would be better off apart. He wouldn't want me now after what I had done.

I tossed the loofa to the bottom of the tub and then turned to face the hot spray. I let the water run down my face, down my body and wash away James' hot touch from my body. I bowed my head and watched the foam collect at the drain and then spiral down, taking away the filth of my betrayal with it.

I turned and squeezed a small coin sized amount of shampoo onto my palm. I then began to scrub my hair, massaging my scalp. When I was done I rinsed the shampoo and then repeated the process with conditioner.

I remained under the sanctity of the spray a few moments longer, leaning with my trembling hands splayed out against the cool tile as the water cascaded down around me. I breathed in the steam and closed my eyes, fighting the almost animalistic urge to completely fall apart. I choked back a sob and held my breath for a few moments before letting it out slowly. But I was still terrified to leave the shower. I was terrified to face him.

When I felt like I had some semblance of control, I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. I quickly dried my body and then towel dried my hair. I combed it out quickly and then worked a leave in conditioner into it. Realizing that I hadn't brought any clean clothes inside the bathroom with me, I wrapped my towel around my torso and then opened the door, stepping out into my bedroom.

It was awash in a soft golden glow, as Jason had turned on my bedside lamp. While I had been in the shower he had been busy stripping the bed and then changing the linens to fresh, clean ones. On the foot of the bed there was a neat stack of clothes. I walked over and found that Jason had lain on a clean pair of sweatpants, panties and another t-shirt. I quickly choked back another sob at his sweetness. Despite the way I had hurt him, here he was still looking after me.

I dropped the towel and then proceeded to get dressed quickly. I heard the soft sound of the door closing and I knew that Jason had come back into the room. I finished pulling the t-shirt over my head, pulling my damp hair out from under it, and then I turned to look at him.

He was standing on the other side of the bed closest to the door and had changed into sweatpants and removed his shirt during the time I had been showering. Our gazes met, his cold and steely, and I immediately dropped my eyes in shame.

I clutched at the bottom of my t-shirt and self-consciously began to fidget with it, rolling it around in my clenched fists. As the seconds ticked by in silence, the air felt like it was becoming thicker and more difficult to breath in as the uncomfortable knowledge of what I had done hung there between us like a thick wall of impenetrable hazy fog.

I finally opened my mouth to speak. I knew he was waiting for some kind of explanation. Though I wasn't sure I had one to offer, I knew that I needed to say something in order to save our friendships at the very least. However, Jason spoke over me and his question was one that I was expecting but didn't know how to answer.

"Why? I just want to know why?" he asked me sadly. There was no anger in his tone, just pure, unrestrained sadness.

I raised my eyes to his and let myself see his hurt. It coloured his eyes, his changed his posture and the way that he held himself. His arms weren't crossed over his chest the way I expected them to be, they hung loosely at his sides almost as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

Even in the dim light that my one lamp offered I could see that like James, he was also sporting a nasty and brutish black eye that he had received at my expense. I had to find the urge to shudder as I noticed that the bruising from his eye extended over the bridge of his nose to the other side, the blackish contusion distorting in the dim light to look more blue and green. He was also sporting a cut on his cheek; a two and a half in gash. The lines of the cut were not clean and sharp; rather it looked like an abnormally shaped object had been dragged across his cheek violently. I could only assume that it was a ring. My guilt over his appearance was indescribable. Knowing that Jason was standing before me as he was, emotionally and physically hurt, was almost too much to bear.

"I don't know what to say. I don't think I can make you understand. I don't even know if I understand" I replied at length.

"Well why don't you try; because as it stands now, I almost can't even look at you. There must be something pretty fucked up about you to willingly sleep with a man that assaulted you. I think you're a fucking moron. You're fucked up" he hissed at me, allowing his apparently restrained anger to boil over finally.

I almost winced at his harsh words. But I knew I deserved them and that what he was saying was because he was hurt. Though even now, I could hear the harsh truth of his words.

"I needed it. He needed. It was only about closure -"

"Closure? Are you really going to try and pass that bullshit by me? I don't think so. I think he manipulated you and you just let him do it. You're weak. You only ever think about yourself and the present moment. You embody the word hedonism. You are the epitome of selfishness" Jason interrupted me furiously before I could finish explaining. His hands were clenched into fists and his arms were shaking from the force of his clenching.

"I said I loved you last night, not so that you could go and fuck some other guy. I said it because I was asking you to be me with me. I wanted to be with you. I don't...I just...I fucking hate you right now. You're so goddamn selfish and weak. And just fuck!" he practically yelled at me. He ran his fingers through his curls in frustration.

His interruption made my blood boil. He wanted me to explain, but he wasn't giving me the opportunity to do so. Instead he was throwing more accusations at me.

You're weak.

Fuck you, I thought.

"Are you going to let me explain or are you going to keep interrupting me and calling me names? Because if that's the case, then I don't want to talk to you Jason."

I waited for an answer but instead Jason’s eyes narrowed at me coldly, freezing me to the very core, and then he turned on his heel and stalked out of my bedroom with deadly purpose, slamming the door hard enough behind him that the walls shook.

I stood for a few moments, momentarily shocked that he had chosen to leave, but then I slowly sunk down to sit on my bed. I took a few shaky breaths to try and calm my nerves. I hadn't realized how nervous I had been standing before him while he judged me. But somehow, the prospect of Jason storming off and us leaving things unresolved was enough to make the nerves return and by twofold as it were.

I lay down in bed and pulled the blankets up to my chin to ward off the chill of the night. I noticed immediately that Jason had used my soft sheets and my stomach flip-flopped a little at the gesture; ever the gentleman he was. I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was like getting close to 2 a.m. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but I knew I would find no solace in sleep tonight. My mind wouldn't let me rest. The cogs were turning, reeling and working furiously; trying to find a way to make him understand, to make him forgive me.

I was staring off into the darkness for some time, my eyes wide and aching from the strain when I heard the sound of the door latch click. The slight noise ricocheted noisily about the silence of the room. I heard the soft noise of bare feet padding across the hard wood floor and then the sound of the blankets being drawn back as Jason slipped into bed next to me. He scooted over close, the mattress shifting and groaning under his weight, but he didn't touch me.

"Are you awake?" he whispered over my prone form.

"Yeah. I can't sleep."

He paused a moment and I felt the heat of his body close as he hovered over me.

"Can we talk now?"

I rolled over and looked up at him as he looked down on me. He was leaning on his side, his head propped up by his arm as he carefully regarded me.

"I suppose. Is there anything you wanted to say, or did you come back for some kind of explanation now that you've calmed down some?"

I didn't mean to sound so superior or snarky. I winced after I had spoken, silently cursing myself for not checking my tone. He didn't deserve that kind of attitude when he had every right to be angry with me.

"I just want to know why."

I sat up in bed. I didn't like that Jason was positioned over me. It made me feel weak and in his control. I leaned my back against the headboard and shivered as I felt the coolness of it through my t-shirt. I pulled the blankets up as far as they could go around me, a protective shield from the chill of the night and Jason's fiery anger.

I didn't answer him right away. Instead I turned to look at the window beside the bed. Despite the fact that the curtains were closed, they were rather sheer, and the moonlight was spilling unabashedly into the room, casting shadows about the room, both grotesque and beautiful.

It was how I felt. That's who I was.

Both grotesque and beautiful.

"Look let me just say that I don't regret sleeping with him. I needed it. He needed it. He needed to prove that he isn't some kind of monster. I understand that you don't forgive him for what happened. But I needed to forgive him and move on; for me and for him. Can you understand that Jase?"

I bit my lip nervously and looked down at him. I had curled my knees up to my chest while I spoke and was hugging them tightly to my torso. Jason looked back up at me, his face a white mask, giving away nothing about how he felt. After a moment he licked his lips and then lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He raised his arms above his head and flexed his muscles gently as he seemed to be processing what I said.

"Kay" he replied softly.

"That's it? No snappy comments? No nothing?"

"I can't understand why you would do that. I really can't. I can't understand why you would knowingly hurt me like that. Kat, I got back here and I saw his coat on the floor and the closed bedroom door and I just knew. I just knew with every fiber of my being that you were fucking him. I didn't want to believe it. I sat there making up stories, reasons why you would both be in there. But when you came out, it was plainly written on both your faces. It was like...it was like a kick to the gut. It left me breathless. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. I don't think I've ever been so hurt in my life. I'll be honest about that with you. I'm so angry and upset with you right now. While you were in the shower I was sure that I hated you and that I didn't want to see you ever again. But I can respect the fact that there are things going on between you and James that I can't and won't ever be able to understand. It's doesn't mean I agree with what you and he did, nor do I exactly like it, but I respect that you have your reasons. Even if they seem entirely irrational and superficial to me" Jason answered me, his voice dancing softly over my skin, making me shiver in the night.

I knew that I was going to start crying at any moment. As he spoke, tears had begun to gather in my eyes, blurring my vision, until they slowly began to rain down my face. I knew that I was the luckiest girl in the world to have someone as kind and understanding in my life as Jason. I also knew that I was possibly about to lose him forever.

I sniffed, trying to keep snot from running out of my nose, which would make me a complete and utter mess to behold. Jason's eyes rolled back at the disturbance, his expression hard and closed off. But it softened when he saw the cascade of tears. Jason was a complete suck for tears. I didn't mean to cry in front of him because it was slightly unfair, but I couldn't my emotions from pouring out.

"Don't cry" he urged me.

He sat up in bed next to me, his arm reaching hesitantly to wrap around my shoulders and pull me close to his warm chest. But his kindness only made me sob more violently, wracking my frail body with shakes and tremors as I poured my guilt out through tears.

"Kitty, don't cry. I'm a little hurt, but I'll get over it eventually" he soothed me, running his free hand over my hair, stroking my face and cuddling me close.

I sniffed again and threw my sobs tried to speak. "It - it's no-o-ot thaa-at" I whined sadly.

"What? I can't understand you. Calm down."

I sniffed once more and tried to take a few calming breaths. Jason rubbed my back the way you would rub that of a child and murmured in my ear. When I was sufficiently calm that I could speak I spoke softly so that Jason has to lower his head and strain to hear.

"I'm crying because you're being so nice to me. I should be trying to make you feel better, not the other way around. I don't deserve you Jason, even as a friend. You're too good for me."

"Shh, sweetie. I love you. I'm not going to abandon you that easily."

His sweet words were almost enough to send me back over the edge into hysterics again. I trembled in his arms, the heat of his body almost burning me. I felt like I deserved to have a bright red "A" pinned to my chest like Hester Prynne. Despite the fact that Jason and I were not together, I felt like an adulterer.

"Stop trying to rationalize my actions! You have every right to be hurt by me Jase. I slept with him for my own selfish reasons even though I thought about you and how you would feel if you found out. I did it anyways. Even though I love you" I finally said to him.

I looked up into his eyes only to be shocked to see tears brimming in his them at my admission. It made me realize how long he must have waited to hear those simple words. My heart broke into a thousand tiny little jagged pieces because of what I knew I had to say next.

He removed his arm like he had been burned and got up from the bed. He walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains to look out into the night. His hand clutched at his stomach as he stood there.

"I feel sick right now" he whispered into the night, "I feel sick because I've wait so long to hear you say that and then you say it now, in this context. It would have been easier if you hadn't said it ever. It would have been easier to forgive you if you hadn't said it. I wanted to forgive you. I wish you hadn't said it. Oh god, I think I'm going to throw up."

His hands cradled his stomach desperately and he bent over, the muscles contracting violently. Nothing came up as he dry heaved, but his body continued to shake painfully. He groaned sadly, panting as he fought to not be sick. After a few moments the shaking stopped and he stood up fully again in front of the window, the soft light of the moon swathing his body in a pale silvery glow, making the droplets of sweat on his skin dance with a crystal-like sheen. He remained turned away from me, staring off into the night. I heard him sniff quietly and I knew that he was crying. The knowledge of this was heartbreaking and I had to fight not to gasp. I had never Jason cry. I had never seen him come close to crying. He was always so strong and stoic. Still turned away from me he shook his head.

"If you love me why would you do this? This only makes it worse" he groaned sadly.

I bit my lower lip. I knew there was nothing I could say to make it any better for him. I was sure this was the end for us. Jason turned and leaned back against the window, head held back, eyes closed, pain distorting the features of his face. He sighed shakily before he finally opened his eyes that I could tell even in the darkness they were red and watery.

"Just answer me this. When we left here this morning, what were you thinking about us?"

I gulped but answered him honestly.

"I wanted to try and make it work with you. You make you happier than anyone else in this world"

He looked at me sadly, a small heartbreakingly gloomy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"We're not going to work out" I whispered to him softly.

He shook his head, more a gesture for himself than for me.

"No, we're not."

Despite knowing that there was no possible way he wouldn't agree with me, it still sadden me to no end. Even though I had come to the conclusion previously that we wouldn't be able to work out together, somehow, knowing that we wouldn't work out over something that I did that hurt Jason made it all the more bitter and painful to swallow.

"Do you think in time you'll be able to forgive me?" I asked him cautiously, fearing this response above all else.

"I don't know Kat. Somehow this makes it a lot worse. This hurts so much more. I know what you said, that you love me, but it sure doesn't feel like it. It's going to take some time. I don't even know if I want to forgive you. I feel like you've ripped my heart out and stomped all over it, leaving it to lay there and just bleed out. I feel crushed"

I nodded slowly and then sunk back into the softness of my bed. I felt like there was nothing else to say.

Jason crossed the floor of my bedroom. He pausing at the door, his head turned away from me.

"Good night."

"Night" I replied softly.

I woke up a few hours later to the sound of the shower running. I rolled over groggily to look at the clock on my night stand. It read 7:30 a.m. I groaned a little at the inadequate amount of sleep I had received, but then I remember the events of last night, or early this morning. I closed my eyes and tried to fight the painful images that were flashing before my eyes of Jason and his disappointment in me and the way I had terribly betrayed him.

I slumped forward and buried my face into my pillows. I knew that I needed to find a way to make amends with him. I couldn't lose him as a friend. If was right about many things last night but perhaps what he was most right about was my selfishness. I was selfish and I didn't want to let him go.

The sound of the running water turned off abruptly. I knew Jason would be out in less than five minutes. He was no nonsense in the morning and got ready very quickly. Sure enough he emerged in no time. I sat up in bed immediately and he paused in the doorway a moment as we locked eyes. He then continued to the duffel bag that lay open on the foot of the bed. He shoved some clothes that he was carrying and his toothbrush inside.

"I've got to be at the airport in an hour" he explained to me as he attempted to zip the nearly bursting bag shut.

He struggled with it for a few moments, unable to get the zipper to close. I quickly crawled to the end of the bed.

"Let me" I offered softly, reaching for the bag.

His hands immediately let it go and he pulled them back quickly before I could accidentally touch them. He turned away slightly, scratching the back of his neck as I carefully rearranged the contents of his bag so that it would zip closed properly.

"There" I murmured.

I knelt before him awkwardly on the bed. He was avoiding looking at me and the prolonged silence was beginning to become uncomfortable, that same think impenetrable fog from the night before. I didn't know what to do with myself. Jason and I had never been like this before.

At length, he finally cleared his throat and spoke briskly, his tone rough and absent.

"I've got to go."

Stay.

Please forgive me.


"Okay."

"Um...I'll call you" offered tersely, gaze still averted from looking at me.

Don't go.

"Okay."

Fight for him. Don't let him leave.

There was another long painful hush until Jason spoke again.

"I'll let myself out" he bid softly, a trace of sadness softening his tone.

I nodded not trusting myself to speak without my voice catching. Of course since he was looking anywhere but at me, he couldn't see me nod. But he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes catching mine.

Pain

Anger

Sorrow

Regret

Hate

Love

It was all there plainly for me to see. He nodded once, curtly, and then turned and left without looking back. I heard the sound of the lock on the door, the squeal of protest as it opened and then the soft slam as it closed and Jason was gone.

I finally allowed a sob to escape my lips. I crawled back up the length of the bed and curled up in the fetal position, pulling the blankets up and over to cover my shaking body. I allowed the tears to fall feeling no shame in doing so now.

Jason was gone.

He had finally left me.
Edited by Voxx, March 9, 2012, 1:06 am.
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Honestly, I'm about to cry, I mean seriously... :blush:
It could sound selfish, but I think she must to fight for his love. They love each other! :wub: They deserve to be together! :heart: :heart:
She still have time to go after him to the airport. I think if she goes there and tells Jason to stay and that she loves him too, in front of James, he could notice that she means well and the love that she feels for him is real :heart: and Jase could reconsider the idea to stay with her. :unsure:

AWESOME, AWESOME, AWESOME CHAPTER!!!! :bow :heart:
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OMG! That was just heart breaking... ;_; just like Jason said... just to know that she did love him made it much more worse to digest. There was so much truth in that. My, really loved her so so much... ;_; But I think, if they'll ever get another chance, it has to pass a good time so he can heal. But, would it be worth it to put his trust in Kat again?

Even if Jase is a victim here, we must not forget he also was betraying someone who waited for him at home. He is not an angel either. The three of them have quite dirty hands.

I gotta say, with all the talk about the cliches in het fics, I see Kat, and think she acts like a regular James would do in some fics, selfish and contradictory. lol If it was James we'd be cursing at her, not still trying to like her. Culturally we expect certain behavior in female characters, good qualities. And we also tend to condemn male characters so easily. I must say not everyday one finds a fic in which James and the OFC are the bad guys (not that I think they are bad, of course, just absolutely selfish), instead of the romantic heroes, lol.

I'm biting my nails to know what will happen next... :ugh:

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Thank heavens he left.
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I don't know...something tells me Jason will come back somehow but I hope he doesn't. But also I won't forget that Kat and James had unprotected sex which I assume she's gonna get pregnant, so probably she'll end up with James. Right now...I hope Jason is proud enough not to even look back at her.

Back to the character, we might not like her, but hey that doesn't mean your job is not well done, it is!! No one is perfect, not men or women for a fact. God only knows how many mistakes I have done in my whole life and how many times have I hurt my husband with awful things I've told him.
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Okay, here it is; the very last chapter. I suspect that some of you lovely ladies will be very disappointed with it. But the truth is, for me it's the only thing that works. I honestly tried to write a different ending, but I felt like it wouldn't happen that way. So I went back to my previous idea for an ending.

It's written with a certain amount of ambiguity and leaves things a little open for interpretation. Ultimately, I'm leaving it up to you readers to draw your own conclusions as to how it all ends. It could either be a happy ending or a sad ending. I felt like it was almost the most appropriate thing to do. It's up to you. Also, since it is left a little open, the option for a sequel exists if I decide to take it upon myself to write such a long piece of fanfic ever again lol. I have to admit that I'm relieved that it's over! I don't have to think about it anymore!

But thank you to each and every one of you who read and commented and especially thanks to those who stuck with it until the end, despite how furious the characters may have made you at times! :)

It's been a pleasure! :heart:

So here it is.

Please Enjoy! :)




Chapter 33

When the phone finally rang it was close to 2 a.m.

I was awake though. It was a call that I knew would be coming when he had the time to make it. I was sitting in bed drinking a cup of hot coco and flipping though a magazine, not really reading the articles, just looking at the pictures because the words were swimming in front of my eyes. It had been a rough day and I couldn't focus clearly on what was in front of me as m mind was elsewhere. The cordless phone lay beside me on the bed. When it rang I had paused in the middle of turning one of the pages. As I let go, it fluttered back down to where it began. Like me. Like my life.

I let it ring three times before I answered it, closing my eyes to as I took a moment to gather myself.

"Hello?"

"It's me" he said loudly in an attempt to be heard over the commotion in the background.

It was only the second time I was hearing his voice in the three and a half months since he had left my apartment. My eyes remained closed as I let his sweet, smooth baritone resonate in my ears. I missed hearing it on a frequent basis. I missed it more than anything.

"I know" I replied, my eyes still closed.

He asked me something and I strained to hear him, but I didn't catch a word of what he said because of the commotion on the other end of the line.

"I can't hear you? Where are you?" I asked him, raising my voice a little just to be on the safe side and make sure he could hear me.
With my free hand, I pushed my hair over my shoulder and plugged my unoccupied ear, despite the near silence in my own apartment and knowing it would make no difference.

"I'm in a phone booth" I finally heard him reply a little more clearly as whatever it was that was making noise in the background seemed to die down for a few moments. "How did it go?" he asked immediately after.

"Confirmed" I replied simply. He knew what I was referring to.

There was silence, or as near to silence as it could get on his end as he processed the information.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Probably talk to Helmut and take some time off. I'll most likely go back to Montreal and spend some time with my parents."

I heard him sigh heavily into the phone. In my mind I pictured him sequestered inside a tiny phone book, his head leaning against the glass, eyes closed. I could sense his disappointment in his silence. I knew that he was still deeply hurt by me and hadn't even come close to forgiving me. But when he had finally called, he was the only one I could confide in; hence him calling now to check up on me.

"If that's what you want" he mumbled, sounding absent from the conversation.

"I don't know what else to do."

There was more silence on his end.

"I'll call in a few weeks to check up on you" he finally said, raising his voice to be heard above the resurgence of noise on his end.

I then heard a click as he ended the call in the same manner he had ended the first one. No indication he was going to hang up. No goodbye. No nothing.

I sighed and clicked the off button to end the call on my end.

I suppose I deserved that.



"So I gather from the way that you have explicitly avoided talking about it, it turned out to be true?" Helmut asked me.

I was sitting across from him in his office at the Chanel head offices at Rue Cambon. He was neatly stacking papers before him, leafing through a stack here in there, pulling papers from stacks if they didn't belong, frowning at some and smiling at others. Proofs for the latest Chanel campaign were blown up and sitting on easels behind him. We had just finished going through them when he brought up the next item on the agenda for the day. My gaze wandered back to the proofs behind him and smiled sadly. It would be the last print campaign I would be able to do for them for a while.

"Yes. It's true."

Helmut paused in the methodical organizing of his desk. He put down the stack of papers he was holding and raised his blue eyes to look at me critically, raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"And?" he asked me expectantly.

I swallowed a little nervously knowing that what I was about to ask for was a lot. I would be extremely lucky if he granted it to me. But it was something that I desperately needed. I smoothed my hands over the tops of my knees and the black pencil skirt that I was wearing.

"I'd like some time off to deal with this privately. It's something I would like to keep private. I don't want the media to become aware, so I would appreciate some discretion in the matter."

Helmut nodded thoughtfully.

"I fully expected this request if your situation turned out to be as you suspected."

"I want two years. I want to go back to Montreal to be with my family. I was thinking we could freeze the contract. I can come back in two years and fulfill the rest of it."

"Katerina, I understand that you find yourself in a difficult situation. I sympathize. But Chanel is a business. I can't give you two years. What I am prepared to offer you instead is one year off completely. The second year I would like you to continue print campaigns. You can do it Montreal. That's fine. I won't ask you to make any public appearances. You may stay with your family. But after the second year, I want you to come back and sign on with Chanel for another three years."

It was my turn to look at Helmut critically. From the sounds of his proposal, he had obviously been thinking about what he would do if my situation became thus.

"You've thought about this."

It wasn't a question. It was merely a statement. Helmut smiled at me and gave a slight nod of his head to indicate that he had.

Chanel had been very good to me in the time that I had been signed with them. I thought about what my life would be like five years from now. Another three years here in Paris would be doable.

"I'll come by tomorrow to sign the papers" I told him, rising from my seat across from him.

He smiled broadly at me, clearly pleased with my response.

"Excellent. Until tomorrow then."



"Katerina, it's for you."

My mother held the phone out to me while I stirred the pot of melting chocolate that was on a double boiler on the stove top before me. I licked a stray splash of chocolate off of my fingers and then I took the phone from my mother. She smiled at me knowingly, giving away who the caller was.

"Hello?" I said brightly into the phone as I always did. Somehow I had convinced myself that if I sounded happy and polite, like I was doing well, I would be able to convince him magically somehow that I was a different person than when he last saw me.

A better person.

"It's me" he replied in the same sad, melancholy tone as usual.

I sighed into the phone. I wanted to tell him that he didn't need to call if he didn't want to. He wasn't obligated to keep checking up on me, especially if it was painful for him to do so. But I wasn't yet ready for him to be completely gone from my life; and part of my wondered why he continued to call me. I wanted to know what kind of obligation he felt to keep in touch despite everything that had happened between us.

"What are you up to?" he asked me.

I attempted to cradle the phone between my ear and shoulder because I needed my hands free to remove the chocolate from the double boiler before it burned. My mother, sensing that I needed help, stepped in and smiled at me before removing the chocolate from the stove top. I returned her smile and then grabbed the phone in my hand again, shuffling over to the kitchen table to sit down.

"I'm making double chocolate brownies. You know the ones we used to make at three in the morning when neither of us could sleep. You would come into my room in the middle of the night complaining that you were hungry and since the only takeout open at the time was Chinese we always ended up making brownies" I told him cheerily, reminiscing sadly at the same time.

My heart jumped a little when I heard him chuckling on the other end of the line. It continued to flutter when I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

"Yeah, I remember those brownies. We would usually end up eating the entire batch right after we made them. Damn, I could sure do with some right now."

"I could FedEx you some" I teased him.

"Or you could make me some when I come up in two weeks."

I went silent for a moment as I registered what he said, sure that I had misheard him.

I swallowed hard, trying not to get my hopes up. I hadn't seen him since the end of October last year. It was now early June 1990. "You're coming here?"

"Yeah, we're going to have some time off in two weeks. Lucky that it happens to coincide with...you know."

He still couldn't say it. I didn't blame him. Sometimes I couldn't either.

"You want to be here for that?"

I heard him sigh noisily into the phone. As much as I wanted to see him, I knew he was nowhere near forgiving me. We hadn't even talked about it since that night. He was nowhere near ready to talk about it. I honestly didn't think he would ever want to come see me again. I felt like I deserved that in a way. So the proposition of him coming up here in two weeks time threw me for a loop.

"Yeah I want to be there for that. It's going to be hard...but I want to be there."

I licked my lips and did my absolute best to control my voice and not sound too excited, lest I scare him off.

"That makes me really happy Jase" I confessed to him softly. "Maybe we could...talk?"

"I don't think so. I'm not ready for that."

My heart sunk a little, but I accepted his answer.

"Okay. That's fine."

"I'll see you in two weeks Kat."

He hung up with a click just as I knew he would. I was getting better at determining when he would end our conversations. He never stayed on the line long. Maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on me, but I swore that with each call he stayed on just a little longer.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

I was shaken from my thoughts when my mom said my name, trying to get my attention.

"Katerina, did you hear? You remember Michael Beliveau?"

I shuddered, unable to suppress the cold chill from tingling down my spine at the mention of his name. Of course I remembered him. How could I possibly forget the man that set in motion the events that had eventually led me to where I was now?

"Well I saw Vince's mother at the supermarket and she told me that he was arrested last week. He was driving home drunk from some bar and he struck a killed a girl with his vehicle. He was released on bail, but he's pleading not guilty to the charges. So there's going to be a trial. He could be going away for a long while if he's found guilty."

I didn't even wait a few seconds to process the news my mother have just given me. Every fiber of my being soared with joy at the prospect of the fucker going away to prison. He deserved it.

"Good. It's about time karma caught up with that asshole."




I quickly gathered all the photographs that I had taken over the course of a year and shoveled them into large manila envelopes. I had pled not guilty in order to afford sometime to get all my affairs in order before I had to serve time. I wasn't stupid enough to think that I would be able to get off. I just needed time to make everything was in order.

I put the manila envelopes that were bursting near capacity with photos, inside the black duffel back that was sitting on my desk chair. I had taken many more photos than I had ever sent to Katerina and I had all the originals inside those envelopes. The ones I had sent her had been copies that I had made. The expensive Nikon camera that I had been using to take the photos with, I also placed inside the duffel bag.
Next I opened the largest drawer of my desk, one that was designed to hold file folders. I push all the folders to the back of the drawer and then grabbed the journals that I kept at the bottom. Inside contained all my deepest, darkest thoughts; thoughts that could get me into a lot of trouble. It would be negligent of me to just leave these lying around while I was gone. I put those inside the duffel bag as well.

I zipped it closed quickly and then quietly left my condominium in downtown Montreal. I hailed a cab and directed the driver to take me to my bank. When we arrived I tipped him well and then quickly scaled the steps to go inside.

I was inside for about thirty minutes as I placed all the items from the bag inside a safety deposit box that I had opened last year in the event that I was found out and I needed to get rid of things in a hurry. I made sure that I went over everything, making sure that it was all there. When I was satisfied that I had brought everything incriminating here, I left the bank and walked two blocks over to Boulevard Rene-Levesque Ouest.

I walked until I reached the Canada Post building located there. I went inside and pulled a note out from my pocket that I had scrawled hastily earlier this morning and then shoved in there for safekeeping. I politely asked the postal clerk for a brown manila envelope. I put the note inside, quickly wrote the receiving address, that I knew by heart, on the front and then I handed it back to the postal clerk.

I was about to leave when she called after me.

"Monsieur, you forgot the return address."

I turned and gave her a dazzling smile. She smiled back, helpless to resist my good looks and easy going charm.

"It won't be needing one. She won't be returning it."




"Excuse me? Ms. Plushenko, your husband is on the phone for you. Would you like to take the call?"

I blushed a deep shade of scarlet at the assumption that I was married.

"I'm not married" I murmured to her quietly.

The young girl, who looked young enough to be on the first week of his job, returned my blush, perhaps even blushing a deeper shade of red.

"I'm sorry. Please excuse me. Your boyfriend."

"I don't -" but I stopped mid sentence. This poor girl didn't need to be embarrassed any further. "Thank you. I'll take the call in here" I replied cheerily, tilting my head to indicate the phone next to the bed.

She nodded and scampered out of the private room I was staying in. She transferred the call within seconds, the phone beside the bed ringing shrilly.

I picked it up after the first ring.

"Hello" I said, smiling into the phone like a fool.

"So do you think I should get a balloon or a stuffed animal, like a stuffed panda or horse or something?"

I laughed out loud. I couldn't help it. The question was truly adorable.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about! I don't want to show up empty handed. I'm leaning towards a stuffed panda. What do you think?"

"Jase, you don't need to get anything. You being here is enough. It's more than I could have ever expected or hoped for."

He went silent on the other end of the line and I knew that I must have said the wrong thing. I silently cursed myself again, as I had been doing daily since he had arrived three days ago. I kept saying the wrong things, things that made him uncomfortable and unsure of what to say next. Every night I would lie in bed and wish to be able to find the right way to act and be around him, to find a way to make things right between us. I was starting to feel like they never would be, even if he was here for me now.

"I'm going to get the Panda."

I closed my eyes and nodded as he once again for about the hundredth time had ignored something I had said by changing the subject.

"Mkay" I murmured in response, eyes still closed.

"Kat?" he said my name softly.

It was the way he said it, almost like a gentle caress, almost like the way he used to.

"Yeah?" my voice was barely a whisper as I held my breath in anticipation of what he would say next.

"Is it weird that I'm strangely excited for this? Is it wrong? It feels wrong. I can't believe I'm even saying this because this entire time I've been dreading this moment, almost more than anything. But now that it's here and I've seen you, you know like this, I'm really excited to meet her."

My eyes watered at the hushed tone and kind words. I sniffed and had to take a moment before I could respond.

"I felt the same way at first Jase. But now that she's going to be here soon, I almost can't wait."

I paused a moment and then dared to ask the question that I had been wanting to ask since he had arrived. I didn't want to ask it, but because I wanted and needed discretion, I asked it.

"Jase, did you tell Judy why you were coming up here?"

I was surprised by the fact that he didn't pause or hesitate before answering, not to mention that I was surprised by what he said. His answer was straight, to the point and very matter of fact.

"She doesn't know I'm here. I moved out after we got back from tour and I filed for divorce shortly after. It's been over for awhile now with her."

"Oh. Okay."

"Kat, I'll be there soon. Don't have her without me" he said, changing the subject again.

My eyes watered even more, the tears of happiness slipping silently down my cheeks.

"I won't."




Epilogue

Twelve Years Later


I had just poured myself a cup of coffee when I noticed the parent newsletter from The Brearley School lying on the kitchen counter top. I took a sip of the hot, dark amber liquid as I picked it up and skimmed it over. It was a brief overview of the curriculum for the second semester now that all the girls were back from winter break and a list of the clubs and sports teams that would be starting up. When I didn’t see anything of any pressing importance, I discarded back onto the counter top to go over in more detail later on. I scowled a little because she always just left these parent newsletters on the counter top. She never gave them to me directly, which was frustrating because I often didn't see them and missed out on some important information.

I took another large sip of my coffee and then glanced at the clock on the kitchen stove and saw that it was already quarter after eight. I shook my head and sighed before heading into the foyer of the condo.

"Victoria!" I hollered up the stairs to my daughter, "We have to leave in five minutes or you'll be late for school. You know what the traffic is like in Manhattan! Stop dawdling!"

"I'm coming mom!" she screamed down at me in annoyance.

I rolled my eyes, gulping down the rest of my coffee in a hurry as I went back into the kitchen to grab my purse and coat. I paused for a moment as I saw a familiar manila envelope peeking out from the top of my purse. I didn't need to pull it out to know what was inside. It was a simple note, the first that I had received in nearly eleven years.

Be seeing you soon.

The writing was a neat, and precise cursive; the same that had so carefully written my name on the front of the same envelopes years ago. It had been a blow to my very core when I picked up the mail to find the envelope. The last one I had received was eleven years earlier in which I had found another one line note.

Don't forget about me while I'm gone.

At the time I had had no idea what it could possibly be referring to. But as the months and then years went by, I had come to understand the simple phrase as being a subtle way to tell me that he was going away for awhile. Prison had been my guess.

My fingers brushed the envelope, but I left it where it was in my purse. I shook my head, pushing it to the back of my mind for the moment. At present I had to focus on getting Victoria to school.

My daughter was eleven and just starting to develop a terrible attitude; one that I can't ever remember giving my parents when I was that age. But I suppose I was partially to blame. I had over indulged her and spoiled her rotten in an attempt to make up for her not having a father present in her life. As a single mother, I did my best to provide everything for her, trying to be both mom and dad, but often compensating with material things because I knew I could never replace her father. She never asked about him, for which I was thankful for; because I knew I would never be able to explain him to her.

After taking two years off after the Chanel show in 1989, I worked in Paris for three more years before moving to New York to raise my daughter. I chose New York because of its status as an international city where I would be able to raise my daughter in some of the country's best prep schools, while at the same time, being close to my own family in Montreal and maintaining a career in fashion because New York is the United States' fashion capital. This year, I would be working closely with Marc Jacobs, the head designer for Louis Vuitton, as he launched his own secondary label in the fall; for which I would be the face of during its first season. As such, I had a meeting with him this morning that I couldn't be late for. I needed to drop my daughter off at school and then make my way to his office, hopefully on time, despite the chaos of Manhattan traffic in the early morning.

"Victoria!" I called to her again as I slipped into my heels and then button up my coat.

"I'm right here mom! God!" she shouted at me furiously as she stomped into the kitchen, school uniform on, and book bag dragging behind her on the hard wood floors.

"Don't drag your bag on the floor, you'll scratch the wood" I reminded her impatiently for about the hundredth time.

She didn't answer, but I caught her rolling her blue eyes at me. I turned my back to her and smiled despite myself. Victoria, whether she knew it or not, was the spitting image of her father with blue eyes and dirty blond hair. She was tall for her age, had a fiery temper which got her into trouble sometimes; but she was just as determined as her father to get what she wanted in life, even at eleven years old.

She looked at my heels and then up at my face, crinkling her nose.

"What?" I asked her surprised that she didn't like the shoes.

"Those are last season's Jimmy Choos! Christian Louboutin just sent you his entire new collection to you as a gift and you're wearing last season's shoes! Mom!" Vitoria scolded me, eyeing the shoes critically.

My mouth dropped open at her analysis of my shoes. I had no idea she even paid attention to those sorts of things.

"What mom? I can read! It was in a magazine!" she exclaimed.

"And how many times have I told you not to read those things. Nothing they ever print is the truth Victoria. You know that" I admonished her sternly.

I turned my back to her and began to make sure I had everything for the morning. As I was placing a few portfolios in my bag to take to my meeting with Marc, the phone rang.

"Can you get that Vic?" I asked her absent mindedly as I hurriedly stuffed my bag full.

She trudged over to the ringing phone, picking it up in a huff. I glanced at the kitchen clock again; 8:26. We had to leave now or we would be late.

"What do you want?" Victoria asked rudely into the phone.

I spun around in horror at her disrespect, ready to reprimand her. To my confusion her grumpy frown blossomed into a huge smile. She nodded a bit and mumbled a few "mhms" before handing the phone off to me.

"It's Jason" she told me happily.

Forgetting her rudeness for the moment, I furrowed my brows in confusion. I took the phone from her and raised it to my ear.

"Jase?" I asked, my tone saying everything. Basically, what the hell?

"Hey, how are you?" he asked me by way of greeting, ignoring my tone. He sounded different though.

Happy.

"I'm good. Sorry about Victoria, she's a little peeved at me this morning, so her attitude is running rampant. We're running a little late here so we're going to have to keep this short. Why are you calling so early?"

There was a brief silence before Jason replied to my question and his answer was one that I never expected to hear.

"Yesterday, I quit Metallica. I told them I just couldn't be in a band with them anymore what with James' limited acceptance of me and just everything from the past. I booked a flight to New York. I'm leaving later today."

His news left be breathless and speechless. My world began to spin as I slowly processed this revelation.

"Are you serious?" I asked him in disbelief.

"I am. I'll let you go, and well I have to go too; I've got to pack. I just wanted to let you know. I'll see you soon. I think we have a lot to talk about it. I love you. Tell Victoria I love her too. Bye."

Jason hung up the phone before I had a chance to respond. The dial tone rang in my ear for a moment, before I slowly hung up the phone on my end. I stood in silence for a few moments, staring at the counter top, still trying to process Jason's shocking news. \

I think we have a lot to talk about.

That phrase sent my heart racing and my thoughts reeling.

"Mom?" Victoria asked me.

She snapped me out of my trance and I turned to her slowly. She was a smart girl and she immediately recognized that that whatever Jason had said to me had shaken me. It was clearly splashed across my face.

"Mom, what is it?" she asked me, concern colouring her voice despite her tender age. In many ways, because I was a young single mother, Victoria had tried to take on the role of my protector.

I raised my eyes to look at her, a mirror image of her father. I knew why Jason was coming. I remembered what I said to him twelve years ago.

"Jason is coming to stay with us for awhile" I told her truthfully, my heart racing at the prospect.

The concern was washed away from her face as he eyes lit up with delight. She loved Jason dearly. He was the closest thing she had to a father and he had done well by me by helping me keep my secret, despite how hurt he had been when he had initially found out and the initial misgivings he had about keeping it secret.

Those first few years after the Chanel show of 1989 had been the most difficult and strenuous of our relationship. Jason had struggled with himself and his feelings, trying to come to terms with what I had done and how he felt about it. He had been disappointed when he had finally called me to learn that I was pregnant. But because he was the only person I could tell, he had stuck by me, calling often to check up on me and make sure I was doing okay, even though it was extremely painful for him.

Everything changed when Victoria was born. He was finally able to begin the process of forgiveness and he had taken on Victoria as almost his own daughter in many ways; never missing a birthday or a Christmas. He was her confidant, her friend and her hero.

After her birth, our relationship had gotten steadily better. It had been hard at first, because it had taken him a long time to learn to trust me again. It had taken years for him to finally be comfortable and at ease around me again. But several years after the fact, our friendship was back to the way it had been. We never talked about taking things further. It just wasn't on the table or a viable option for either of us, especially considering his life with Metallica was still very much present.

Until now that is.

"Come on, we have to go. We're already late" I told her, remembering that we were indeed very late.

I ushered her down the hallway as she skipped along happily and through the foyer towards the private elevator. She pressed the call button and we waited as the doors opened. We stepped in and I pressed the button for the ground floor.

"I'm really glad Jason is coming to stay with us for awhile" Victoria declared. She looked up at me with her father's eyes. They sparkled in the golden glow of the dim lighting in the elevator. "He makes you happy and that makes me happy" she said to me earnestly.

The honesty in my eleven year old daughter's voice nearly broke my heart. She was wise beyond her years.

If she only knew.

"I know sweetie" I answered her with a smile.

The doors to the elevator finally closed before us. I felt like they were closing on an old chapter of my life; a chapter of mistakes, regrets and terrible loneliness. When they opened on the ground floor and we stepped out, I knew that I was stepping out into the beginning of a new chapter and a new life.

The End.
Edited by Voxx, March 9, 2012, 12:10 pm.
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I enjoyed your story very much.
I hope you will write something more, soon.

You know you write well and it's annoying for me having so many ideas but no ability to write the way my mind sees it.
unlike you, I have a great difficulty to convey my thoughts through writing.
Love the ending, very realistic.
Congrats on your finished fic :heart:
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OMG! Jason's love is the most beautiful thing... ;_; Man... if that kind of love didn't change her, I'll go there and stab her!! :P

Though I can say she sounded much more humble and wiser in the last chapters. At least I did believe her regret.

Loved the ending, made perfect sense, gave me a closure, yet full of possibilities.

Congratulations! :D :heart:
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