A light mist rolled along the never ceasing green pastures of
Roselington, the leaves on the trees surrounding Jasmine seemed
to lovingly whisper words of comfort to her when the wind rustled
them. She comes here when her heart feels lonely, and when her
soul aches for some peace and serenity. There seemed to be no end
to this wood, and in all the years she'd been coming here still
she thinks that it's impossible to reach every part of it.
As the wind howled around her she let out a stifled cry, as a
tear escaped her stubborn eyes and fell down her face. How on
earth could this have happened?
They were so in love. Jasmine and James. Never before in the few
relationships that Jasmine had actually been in, she had never
said I love you to a man and truly meant it. Anger boiled up when
you heard these people devote themselves to one another within a
couple of days. Love was meant to a pure and sacred thing, not an
everyday, I'm in love for now thing. And yet James, she wasn't
sure what love was supposed to feel like, if there was a set way
of how you were meant to feel, but she was sure this was it.
Jasmine liked plans, control, but with James they had
spontaneity. They could stay together for 10 hours and not have
to stimulate conversation, but simply lie in each other's arms
and relax, feel, just be. Maybe that was love.
When everything else in Jasmine's life had came tumbling,
crashing down James was the one thing that had remained with her;
but no longer. Things were running along so smoothly today,
Jasmine thought, they had planned a romantic day out at the lake
nearby; it was where they had first met, when they both saw in
each other's eyes the love they knew was soon to come. To be
quite honest, she doesn't even know why she ended up storming off
today leaving James to call on helplessly behind her. It was
always a hard day every year, the year her mother passed away.
This year would be the 10th year. James didn't deserve
to be burdened with her problems; there were wasn't anything he
could do anyway however much he wanted to. No, this was to
protect him, or maybe it was just her putting up her well built
defence mechanisms that ruined most of her relationships. She
really ought to tell him, to trust him.
As she looked up at the sky her teardrops seemed to be falling
and soaking her, as the grey clouds merged over the blue sky she
could have sworn the sky reflected her thoughts. Mud encased her
legs as she fell to the ground; she raised her head to feel the
rain fall on her face and she couldn't help but throw back her
head and laugh to the heavens. The irony of everything in life
was unbelievable, and Jasmine had no idea why she was laughing
when she felt like balling her eyes out, but here she was!
Jumping out of her skin she turned her head around to find a
dripping wet James kneeling next to her, not really sure if they
were actual tears running down his face or the rain. He was
gripping Jasmine by the upper arms that it was starting to hurt
her, and staring down into her eyes just like the first time they
met, it was as though it was starting all over again. 'I'm so
sorry. I love you' he saw him say to her, but she couldn't hear
him due to the clasps of thunder above them, but she could see in
his sorrowful eyes she would never find someone who had so much
love in his heart, willingly sacrificing it to Jasmine. He
reached out his hands to gently stroke away her wet hair from her
face, grasping her chin he jilted it upwards so she could see how
much he truly longed to love her, and lifted her tender lips to
meet his in an act of passion. Their tongues danced together as
their lips latched on to each others, looking like they were
unlikely to ever break apart.