Rachel spun the handle far enough to encourage piping hot
water into the shower, dialing back just enough to keep from scalding
herself. Not that she would even notice
it on this morning after. The best she
could hope for was for the water to fill the void inside her, because nothing
about their last night together had been particularly satisfying or fulfilling.
It was almost as if they were just shells of themselves –
there were no wild sexual antics, no
twisted positions, no sweat-drenched bodies.
There was very little talking even.
They went through the motions that should have given them
satisfaction – touching, stroking and kissing virtually every inch of each other’s bodies –
yet the overwhelming tone of the night
wasn’t lust, but desperation. It wasn’t to say that they didn’t complete
the act. They made love many times that
night and into the early morning hours.
Each and every time he reached for her or she reached for him, Rachel sought
to find something that felt like it was
‘enough’.
Something that would quench their mutual need and desire.
Something that would finally feel like it put a ‘period’ on this relationship, so that
they both felt right in letting go and moving on without each other.
Amid the intense search for that point of finality,
they’d barely broken eye contact and there wasn’t a single moment their bodies weren’t
wound around each other. They couldn’t
find a way to get close enough, deep enough, or passionate enough, but it
didn’t stop them from trying.
To say it had been a gut-wrenching night would be the
understatement of the century.
The only thing she could liken it to was being diagnosed with a terminal illness. When handed a death sentence, you know
logically there is no hope, but there is still some dumb, eternally optimistic
part of yourself that can't help but cling to the notion that happily-ever-after
might come with the morning sun.
The only thing that came with the sunrise for Rachel was
exhaustion, while Jon seemed more irritable than anything. Both made sense considering how extreme the emotions
of the last twelve hours had been. They were so completely focused on each other that
they hadn’t stopped to eat or even take in water, leaving them no better off physically
than they were emotionally.
The hot spray of the shower was soothing to her aching
body the instant she stepped under it, and she simply stood there for a long
moment, letting it run down her back.
Just as it worked its way down to her hips and thighs, the shower door
opened with a soft click.
Any remaining aches were forgotten the minute he put his
hands on her.
Every touch brought an even greater need for one ‘last’
touch. Every kiss escalated her desire
for just one more ‘last’ kiss. One more
‘last’ bit of perfection. But when the
physical release came, it only left her wanting more and, from the way Jon
stepped out of the shower without a word, he wasn’t feeling any better about it than
she was.
That was when Rachel finally acknowledged this wasn’t
ever going to feel ‘finished’. It would
never be enough and they were fools to keep searching for closure within one
another. The healing wouldn’t begin, for
either of them, until they had truly gone their separate ways.
After turning the faucet off and wringing out her hair,
she emerged from the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. Second nature
had her opening the drawer that contained Q-tips and she was stunned to find
her toothbrush and other personal items still co-mingled in with his.
Like her, he hadn’t had the heart to completely remove
her from his life, let alone the ordinary drawer they’d shared. Something about the implied intimacy of
their two toothbrushes lying side by side in that drawer struck a chord deep
inside her. How on earth could two
people who loved each other as much as she and Jon obviously did leave each
other?
Rachel knew emotion and exhaustion were getting the
better of her. Her decision to leave Jon
and go back to California wasn’t based on how she felt, it was based on careful, rational consideration. It was the sound choice. Nothing had changed except that now, the
reality was closing in on her.
Unfortunately reality brought with it a panic she hadn’t felt since the accident that
stole Nick, Lauren and Tyler from her.
If she didn’t leave now, she didn’t think she’d have the
strength to ever leave, and she had
to so that they didn’t end up hating one
another. She loved him too much for
that.
Tossing the Q-tip in the wastebasket, she avoided meeting
his eyes in the vanity mirror as they stood side-by-side. It would be easiest not to look at him, she
thought as she took a quiet breath and pushed doggedly forward.
“Have you made flight arrangements for me, yet? I can still take a commercial flight if it’s
easier…” Her voice trailed away thinly, put off by the tensing of Jon’s shoulders. His irritability was clearly manifested in the
sharp huff of breath, the clatter of his hairbrush dropping into the drawer,
and its subsequent slamming shut before he stalked off without a word.
Rachel sighed quietly.
As though it’s not
hard enough already, he's going to make it worse.
After she’d finished dressing, she found him in the
kitchen, talking on the phone. That
wasn’t unusual, since he had always been on the phone, but this call mattered
to her in a way none of his others had. This
call was to confirm that his plane would be ready to take Rachel away from the
place where they’d built a home together.
His voice had been clipped and sharp while on the phone,
and it wasn’t any less edgy when he hung up and turned his attention to her.
“Plane will be
ready in a couple hours. You want some
breakfast?”
Rachel didn’t think she could
swallow a morsel, let alone keep it down.
“No. Thanks.”
“You need to eat something. Toast at least.”
“I’m fine.”
He threw a fierce scowl in her direction and spun on his
heel, taking two giant steps toward the refrigerator and jerking on the
handle. “Why does everything have to be
a battle with you Rachel?? Eat some
goddamn food for crying out loud!”
She leaned against the counter, her arms lapped
protectively around her waist and watched the muscles of his bare back work as
he rummaged in the refrigerator. “Don’t make me regret staying here last night. Please?” she beseeched quietly and received
an intelligible grunt for a response. “I’ll
grab something on the way to the plane. I have to turn my car in at the
dealership anyway.”
“I’m driving you to the airport. I’ll make arrangements for your car.” He didn’t even give her a cursory glance. Instead, he pulled the bowl of eggs from the shelf and loudly
set them on the counter before turning to extract some other odds and ends. Rachel couldn’t tell what all he was setting
out, and she wasn’t sure he knew, either.
He just seemed determined not to look at her.
“I don’t wanna do that….”
“Didn’t ask you what you wanted, Rachel,” he interrupted,
closing the stainless steel door shut with a jarring slam. “That’s just the way it’s gonna be.”
She knew he was hurting as much as she was and, in
classic Jon fashion, it spewed forth in the form of anger. Knowing he could be like a petulant little
boy when he was in pain, it didn’t even offend her. It only made her step to the counter where he was
making coffee and wrap her arms around him in some semblance of comfort.
“I thought we agreed not to do the big goodbye thing at
the airport?”
He continued making coffee without responding to her
touch at all. “Whatever. I’m
still driving you.”
She positioned her hands at the sides of his waist and turned
him around to face her. As she did, he crossed his arms in front of him,
but she simply uncrossed them to to get closer.
“This is killing me, Jon.
Don’t make me feel like I’m spending our last morning together with a
man I’ve never met.”
His eyes were a crisp, icy blue – still beautiful but
lacking the warmth she was used to seeing in them. He wiped the corners of his mouth, another
classic move when he was stalling to consider his response. “Why
don’t you start something for breakfast and I’ll finish the coffee?”
When Jon took her by shoulders and stepped her backward
so that he could turn his back to her, Rachel felt like he’d stabbed her heart
with a knife. The way things had turned
out between them was already unbearable, but to have this last morning so tense
and cold... It was devastating – almost like the love he’d once felt for her had been
completely drained away and replaced with pure hatred. She couldn’t help but wonder if he wished
he’d never met her.
Suddenly it became very important for her to know if that
were true.
She sidestepped him, placing her hand on the arm that was
flipping dials on the barista machine, forcing him to turn and look at
her. “If you had it to do all over…. would
you? I mean, that day on the road when
you saw me stuck at the gates… if you’d known then how it would all end… Would
you still stop? Honestly.”
Jon could see his own hurt mirrored in her eyes. He could hear it in her voice and it made him
feel like a class-A jackass for the way he was acting. It wasn’t all about him. Even though she was the one leaving, she
needed to know THAT was his only regret.
She deserved to know that.
He remembered the day he first laid eyes on her as if it
were this morning. He wouldn’t have
missed the past year with her for anything in the world. Even if he’d known how much it would hurt to
lose her, he’d do it all the same. No
doubt about it.
“Yeah. I’d still
stop.” He took a deep breath, exhaled it
and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She relaxed against him enough for him to drop a whisper of a kiss to
her mouth. “And I’d have done a better
job of loving you along the way.”
Rachel’s arms wound around his neck, returning the
kiss. “You did a beautiful job of loving
me… all along the way. I never doubted
that you loved me, Jon. Never for a
moment.”
His hands naturally just slid down her back and rested on
her behind. No matter what had happened,
he couldn’t completely let her go. He
had to leave a lifeline out there and hope that maybe someday – before he
worked himself into the grave – she’d use it.
“Rach… No matter where you go or what you do with your
life, if you ever change your mind… all you have to do is call. If you ever wanna come home, I’ll come and
get you... No questions asked.”
Her soft smile and nod gave him the only sliver of peace
he’d known in the last twelve hours.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The drive to the airport was intense, yet quiet with a blanket of unspoken emotion filling the car. But what was left to say? As had always been, Jon and Rachel had a
telepathic language all their own and they used it now.
They didn’t need words to express their enduring love. They didn’t need to verbally acknowledge or
accept what was the seemingly unavoidable end. They just absorbed one another’s presence,
storing it up for the long days and nights ahead – when they couldn’t find it
by just looking across the lawn.
As they approached the VIP terminal, the sun glinted off
the jet’s portal windows. It was sitting
in plain view, ready right on time as the pilot had promised, but the sight of
it had Rachel’s stomach lurching.
It was at that exact moment that Jon’s hand squeezed
hers. Did he have any idea how
despondent she felt on the inside?
Jon was struggling to keep his pride in check as he put
the car in ‘park’. He’d thought for sure
if he could just get Rachel to stay the night she wouldn’t be able to leave
him. But she had. She was.
His thoughts were interrupted by the loud metallic click
of Rachel’s seatbelt being released.
That was immediately followed by the muffled greetings of the approaching flight crew member sent to
handle Rachel’s two suitcases.
He had no choice but to open his own door and flick the
button that would send the cargo compartment door gliding upward.
When the bags had been retrieved and handed off to the
crew, Jon closed the tailgate and walked around to where she still stood beside
the passenger door, staring after her luggage.
Circling around her right side, he planted his feet in front of hers,
brought his hands to rest atop her
shoulders and dropped a kiss onto the
top of her head.
He could see the
tears running down her face – the dark sunglasses weren’t nearly enough to hide
them – but words escaped him. Pride beat down the voices shouting in his
head to beg her to stay by reminding him
of his vow to never plead with a woman as he had his former wife. No matter how much he loved her, he couldn’t
make himself beg. Wouldn’t.
“Alright,
Bongiovi...” Her chin firmed as she
tipped it up to him, squaring her shoulders in the process. “Let’s rip this band-aid off fast. I’m gonna give you a quick hug and kiss and
then you’re gonna leave. I don’t want to
look back and see you sitting here while I take off. Now c’mere you handsome thing.”
She stepped closer and cupped her hand around the base of
his neck, giving him a quick and impersonal kiss. It had no more registered on his lips, when
she stepped back just as quickly, her business smile plastered on her
face.
“Now show me that
mega-watt smile everybody always talks about.”
He’d heard her use the exact same tone with her investors
time and time again – polite, professional and detached. She had mentally and emotionally checked out
on him.
His Rachel had left the building.
Jon didn’t know if he said anything before she turned and
made her way to the aircraft. He just
stood there, unmoving, trying vainly to imagine a life without her in it.
Rachel knew getting on that plane in one piece would
be a miracle. She couldn’t do another
exchange without completely losing it and, when she got about halfway to the stairs, she
silently begged him not to say a word.
It was her hope that the roaring
jet engines could carry her away before she changed her mind.
“RACHEL!”
She had climbed as high as the third step before his multi-million dollar
voice rose above the sound of the idling plane.
Son. Of. A. Bitch!
She froze, her foot hovering briefly above that fourth
stair before it came down and she clenched her eyes shut. She knew she couldn’t be merciless enough to
just ignore him, even if it would make her pain a little more sufferable.
By the time she had turned to the sound of his voice, he had
already covered half the distance between her and the SUV. She descended two steps before he reached the
bottom of the stairs, bringing them eye to eye.
Rachel forced a tight smile and pushed the sunglasses up
higher on the bridge of her nose.
“You’re killin’ me here, Bongiovi!”
“I didn’t ask before, because I wasn’t sure I wanted to
know. But now... I have to.”
His eyes were covered with sunglasses, the same as hers, but the lower
half of his face was a series of granite lines, chiseled with solemnity. “What about you, Rachel? Would you do it all again?”
How could he even doubt it? He had brought her back to life. How could he not know that? When she was nothing but a shell of a woman,
he found a way to heal her devastated soul and make her feel again. She may not want to feel like this, in this
moment, but the other feelings he’d given her – the good ones... They were enough to unfreeze her from the
zombie-like state she’d been living in since she lost her family. She would still be that zombie if it weren’t
for him.
Even with all they’d been through, Jon would always be the
love of her life, The memories of their time together would become sacred and
keep her heart warm and beating instead of cold and brittle – for the rest of
her life.
“Yeah, baby,” she told him through a tear-clogged
throat. “I’d do it again. Twice.”
Rachel reached for his hand, hooking her little finger tightly into his and
squeezed. “Pinky swear.”
Then, unable to see through the moisture swimming in her
eyes, she blindly lifted their joined fingers to her lips one final time. With a lingering kiss on his knuckle, she gently
untwined their pinkies and turned away.
Rachel climbed the stairs that led to her future knowing
that, even though she was leaving Jon behind...
he would always be with her.
Author's Note ~~
Thanks to our long-suffering readers who hung in there when life had its way with us and kept our posts from being quite so regular.
We hope you've enjoyed the story as much as we have! Be sure to pop in and say hi from time to time! You can follow us both on Twitter and Audra on Facebook.
XOX0~
Audra & Em
8/9/17 ~ UPDATE: As it turns out, this isn't the end for Jon and Rachel. Check out what's been happening with them in the sequel!
http://afteralljbjfanfic.blogspot.com/2014/04/coming-soon.html
Author's Note ~~
Thanks to our long-suffering readers who hung in there when life had its way with us and kept our posts from being quite so regular.
We hope you've enjoyed the story as much as we have! Be sure to pop in and say hi from time to time! You can follow us both on Twitter and Audra on Facebook.
XOX0~
Audra & Em
8/9/17 ~ UPDATE: As it turns out, this isn't the end for Jon and Rachel. Check out what's been happening with them in the sequel!
http://afteralljbjfanfic.blogspot.com/2014/04/coming-soon.html