Love is Complicated Stuff... [4]

Chapter 4



[Nick's Point of View]

I watched as tears filled her eyes.

I couldn't take it.

She was always smiling when she was with me.

She only cried when she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Why was she crying now?

Was I missing something?

Did she not love me anymore...?

She looked down at her hands,
"Nick... There's something I have to tell you..."

I lifted her chin gently, looking into her eyes,
"You can tell me anything. You know that, Jean..."

She nodded,
"Yeah... I know... But... This is different, Nick..."

I shook my head,
"No, Jean. You can tell me absolutely anything."

I kissed her forehead softly and looked into her eyes again,
"Now, what is it,"
I asked her gently.

She shook her head sadly, tears falling down her cheeks,
"Nick... You stole my heart... No one told me you were still alive..."

I frowned,
"I know... I'm sorry..."

She shook her head,
"That's not the only thing... I... I'm getting married in a week..."

I stared at her, shocked beyond reaction.

She's engaged...

I should have known...

I sighed and shook my head sadly.

The tears fell down her cheeks, her bottom lip quivered as she stared at me,
"Nick... Please, say something..."

I looked at her, caressing her cheek, wiping her tears away with my thumb,
"Jean... I love you... I always have... If you truly want to marry whoever you're marrying, then I've no right to stop you."

I kissed her forehead again, and pulled her to me, her head resting on my chest,
"I just want you to be happy,"
I whispered.

She cried, wrapping her arms around me and clinging to my shirt, clutching it tightly in her hands.
"Why can't everything be like it was back then,"
she said between sobs.

I stroked her hair softly, letting her cry,
"Nothing will ever be the same as it once was, Jean... And yet history repeats itself..."

She looked up at me,
"Wha..?"

I chuckled,
"It was always easy to confuse you."

She blinked and smiled, wiping her eyes with the back of her fist,
"Do you think... Maybe..."

"We could get back together,"
I finished her sentence.

She nodded,
"Mom and I were looking for my wedding dress today... When I realized... I don't love him..."

I blinked, relieved,
"Then... Why are you marrying him?"

She looked down,
"Mom needed the money... He said he would give it to her... He kept saying he loved me, so... I guess I started to think I loved him back..."

I chuckled and held her, stroking her hair,
"You said I stole your heart."

She nodded,
"Yeah... You did,"
she said shyly.

I chuckled softly,
"You still love me, then...?"

She looked up at me and nodded,
"I do... I really do...."

I smiled softly and took her face in my hands,
"And I love you, Jean. I always have. And I always will."

Her eyes started to fill with tears again,
"Nick..."

I smiled and kissed her softly.

She was so fragile, this human.

The only one, of any race, to make me feel like this.

And this is exactly how I wanted to feel for the rest of my immortal life.

Here, with my first love.

True love.

Only love.

My Jean.