January 28, 1875
Jason Monroe wiped the bar down carefully with his tinted grey rag. He looked around, black and white photos lining the walls, ripped wanted signs taped to the walls...
Jason liked the little bar, whenever he needed a little break, he could take the key, scrape it in the lock and listen to old records for a day. Business was always slow, Annex was always a empty town, only a few people came in everyday. He was fine with it, His parents had brought the little shop for him, and he earned income from it.
A few women strutted into the bar, all dressed in red, wearing brown cowgirl hats, yet one blonde had stood out in particular to him. "Hey ladies, were closed." He said. The girls all giggled in their dark voices. "I'm sure you can make an exception." The blonde said. She took off her hat, which revealed she had sparkling blue eyes. "We won't tell." The redhead said in the back.
Jason threw his rag and grabbed a few shot glasses. "What can I get you girls?" he asked. "Bourbon." the blonde answered. Jason happily filled the glasses, one by one and staring at the blonde each time.
August 3rd, 1875
"I love you." Jason said, laying on his couch and staring at his wife. Sandy smiled. "I love you too." she said back. She climbed on top of Jason and gave him a million kisses. Her hands travelled down his shirt, and undid each button with a kiss in between. She stripped off her shirt and slipped out of her skirt gracefully.
She found Jason's lips again and kissed them softly, only to speed up again into a high paced kiss.
"Do you really love me?" Sandy asked, an hour and a half later. She laid naked in Jason's bed, wrapped in the covers. She turned to Jason, who was smiling at her. "Yes babe, I'll love you for a thousand years."
"I don't believe you." Sandy playfully joked. Jason chuckled. "We should go ballroom dancing this weekend, I know you've been wanting to and-" Sandy grinned. "Yes!" Jason leaned in and kissed his wife. He loved how spontaneous she was, she was always cheerful, and made every moment of their time together count.
"You want to know the smartest thing I ever did?" She asked. Jason nodded. "Marrying you. I know how to pick the good kissers. And you treat me right. I wasn't the kind of girl to be settling down."
"I know. When we met in that bar, I had this feeling that you were the one."
"Me too." Sandy said. "Deep in my heart."
September 14th, 1885
Jason adjusted his tie as he looked down at his children, Zoe and Liam. He took a deep breath. "Daddy, why are you dating someone other than Mommy?" Zoe tugged on Jason's suit as she asked.
"If she comes back she'll be very angry." Jason looked down at his children. "Guys, I loved Sandy- your mother- very much, but my friends told me I should move on. Your mother is with this guy Jesus now, and we'll all see her again someday." Zoe frowned at her father. "Will it be for a veeeeery long time?" she asked them. Jason closed his eyes. He felt like crying.
Zoe and Liam were so young, only the age of four, and had lost their mother. It had been two years, but felt like two days. Jason was always lonely, he felt sad knowing he didn't have someone on the other side of the bed, someone to fight with, someone to grow old with. It hadn't been so earth shattering to the kids, They played video games and thought that someday, their mother would come back to life
. Jason didn't have the heart to tell them that their mother was dead, and was never coming back. "Hey, so sorry I'm late." Jason looked out of the palms of his hands and saw the girl across from him. "It's...fine." he kept looking at the women's face, it had seemed to morph into Sandy's.
Jason took a deep breath. This was gonna be hard for him.