Apology Unsaid

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A chance meeting, after a chance happening, presents a chance to say something that had been left unsaid.

Submitted: October 29, 2014

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Submitted: October 29, 2014




The past is a great place to visit,
But don’t try to live there,
For the world moves on,
And so should we.


Jack was travelling at seventy three miles per hour when the front tyre on the passenger side of his car exploded. The bang was that of a shotgun going off a close quarters and Jack flinched as an automatic reaction. He gripped the steering wheel in anticipation of the judder that was sure to follow. But the judder never came. Instead small chunks of rubber impacted on his windshield, causing another involuntary reaction of ducking. The chunks of rubber bounced harmlessly off his windshield and scattered.

In the instant that followed the gunshot-like explosion, Jack’s brain finally caught up with what was happening. It was not his tyre that had exploded, and the fight for control he had anticipated was not going to happen. From the fact that the rubber had hit his windshield on the driver side he deduced that the affected car was ahead of him and to his right. He did not have to look far.

The silver Vauxhall Astra had already started to swerve out of the middle lane of the motorway in which it had been travelling. It’s two near side wheels were already in the slow lane, and its angle suggested that it would very quickly be on to the hard shoulder. Unfortunately for Jack the time at which the Astra and his Mondeo occupied the slow lane was likely to be coincident.

No more than two seconds had passed since the explosion and Jack had to think fast. He couldn’t pull out into the middle lane as there was no gap to pull into. Pulling out would only create more chaos. Pulling on to the hard shoulder would only delay the inevitable impact as he collided with the slowing Astra. So he took the third option.

Without applying his brakes, for fear that he would lock a wheel and end up skidding into the Astra anyway, he pulled hard to the left. Flying across the white chevrons, and a small triangle of grass, he narrowly missed the old lady in the Fiat Punto who was crawling up the Services slip road. He applied his brakes, trusting that the ABS would do what it was supposed to, and slowed his car to a more respectable forty five miles per hour. Still going slightly faster than he would have liked he was approaching the bend into the car park quicker than he should.

Expecting to hit the kerb as he turned, he once again gripped tightly to the wheel, hoping to counteract any reaction and prevent his car from bouncing off. But he was lucky. His car made the bend with some screeching of his tyres, but nothing more. Jack applied his brakes again finally getting the car down to a decent speed, and fully under his control.

He took the first right into the car park and parked in the empty rank of spaces furthest from the Services building itself. After applying the hand brake, he switched off the engine, peeled his fingers slowly off the steering wheel and let out the breath that he had not realised he was holding.

Jack sat for a moment, steadying his breathing and calming the mild shaking in his hands. From his car, now facing back toward the motorway, he could see down the slip road up which he had just careened. There was no sign of the accident that had just nearly happened, save for a small amount of dirt on the road where he had made his brief excursion across the grass. The lady in the Fiat Punto had parked closer to the building and was now walking across the car park. Jack watched her in his rear view mirror, shaking her head as she walked.

“She probably needs a strong cup of tea,” Jack muttered to himself. “Matter of fact so do I.”

Jack got out of his car, opened the rear door and reached in to the back to retrieve his jacket. He slid in his right arm, noting that his hand was still shaking slightly, then swung the jacket round his back and inserted his left. With a final shrug the jacket was on. He closed the rear door and activated the locks with his remote.

Through the trees to the left of where he had parked he could see the Silver Astra in its final resting place. The driver was pacing up and down on the grass verge, talking animatedly into a mobile. Jack was glad to see he was obviously alright.

He made his way across the tarmac car park toward the services building, walking slowly and surely, absently peering in through car windows as he went. The closer he got to the building the more cars there were, and so he weaved his way between them avoiding the jutting wing mirrors as he went.

Above the drone of the motorway traffic he heard the strains of a familiar tune emanating from a car up ahead. As he neared the car he found himself humming along to the Genesis tune that he hadn’t heard in a while. The car was occupied by a guy in his mid thirties, Jack guessed, though he never been very good at estimating ages. He was sat drinking from a bottle of Dr Pepper, gently nodding his head in time to the music. The words of the song floated to the front of Jack’s mind, as if it had been only yesterday that he had sung along to this tune over and over in his bedroom, and he was singing along quietly before he knew it. The Dr Pepper guy noticed Jack was singing and raised his bottle in mock salute as In Too Deep faded out.

Jack waved back, slightly embarrassed, and hurried past as Throwing It All Away started up. “Wonder if that is the Turn It On Again compilation, or the original Invisible Touch album”, he thought trying to remember the relevant track orders. “Rachel would have known.”

 Jack thought about Rachel from time to time. He should have let go a long time ago but he never could, completely. Things just happened that reminded him of her. Nothing big, an old memory, a conversation with a friend, or a song played on the radio, just little things.

Rachel had been Jack’s first real love. He had been sixteen. She had been two years older. He had had girlfriends before Rachel, but she had been different. He didn’t think that he knew what love really was until he had fallen for her. And he hadn’t realised how much he had loved her until they were no longer together.

Jack continued toward the main building, which was bedecked with adverts for Burger King, Pepsi, and Costa Coffee. Ahead of him he noticed a small dog sat quietly on a grass verge by the rear wheel of Range Rover. The dog, dark brown in colour with a white bib, watched him as he approached, its head cocked slightly to one side. Jack could see the owner of the Range Rover, through the windows of the car, sitting on what Jack assumed to be the rear door, which he knew folded down flat in part on these cars.

Jack stooped as he approached, holding out his hand to the dog which wagged its tail as it sat. As he got within touching distance the dog stood and invited Jack to stroke its head, its tail wagging furiously, as Jack obligingly did so. He crouched down and gave the dog an affectionate head rub, with hands on both sides of its head. The dog, clearly enjoying the attention, nuzzled in for more bouncing on his forepaws as he did so.

“Is he bothering you?” a female voice asked.

Jack didn’t look up as he started to respond. “Not at all, he is a delightful fellow, hope you don’t mind me…”.

Jack didn’t finish the sentence because he had looked up and saw that the lady now standing in front of him was the spitting image of Rachel, only twenty-and-some years older than he remembered.


“Jack?” It wasn’t really a question from her. He could see that she recognised him, as he had recognised her.

Jack stood slowly, all thoughts of the dog temporarily forgotten. “Oh, my god. I was just this minute thinking about you.”

“Good thoughts I hope.”

“Only ever good,” Jack mumbled, trying to hide the excitement he was suddenly feeling. “This is a hell of a coincidence. How long HAS it been?”

“Since I last saw you, about twenty two years I think. Too long.”

“How are you? What are you doing here? Do you have time to talk?” Jack blurted out in a hurry.

“I am fine. Taking a break from driving. Yes. To answer all three,” Rachel replied calmly, a large smile spreading across her face.

Jack felt embarrassed and apprehensive, like that school kid he had been all those years ago trying to pluck up the nerve to ask her out for the first time. “I was just about to go and have a cup of tea, would you join me?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” Jack’s heart sank. “I have the dog and he can’t go inside, that’s why we were sat out here.” Jack’s heart rose again. Of course, the dog. For a minute he had thought she had another reason. “But we could sit out here and chat, if you have the time.”

“That’s great, I mean of course I have time. Look, do you want something? My treat.”

“A coffee would be great, thanks. Black, no sugar. I’ll shut up the car and we’ll meet you over on those picnic tables,” she said pointing over to the large grassed area where a mixture of drivers, spouses, and kids, drank, ate sandwiches, and generally relaxed in their short breaks between the driving monotony.

“Ok,” Jack beamed. “We?”

“The dog,” Rachel replied, in a tone of voice that suggested she couldn’t believe that he had forgotten him already.

“Oh, yeah right. Sorry.” Embarrassed all over again Jack hurried in to get their drinks.


Rachel was sat at one of the many tables when Jack returned with the drinks. Her dog had settled itself into the shade under table, and was happily gnawing on a rawhide bone. As Jack approached he considered whether Rachel had changed all that much since he had last seen her, over twenty years ago.

Her dark brown hair was not as long as he remembered. She had worn it down to the middle of her back, but it was now neatly cut just below shoulder level. She was still slim and her face looked youthful, allowing for the years that had passed, and her eyes still sparkled. Jack decided that she hadn’t really changed, she was still ostensibly the girl he had loved when he, when they both, were young.

Jack sat on the opposite side of the picnic table, after placing their drinks upon it, being careful not to kick the dog as he sat. He had thought about this moment often over the past years, playing out in his head what he would say, and what she would say in return. But now that the moment had arrived he realised that none of the scenarios he had run through seemed appropriate. He found himself lost for words.

He sipped his tea carefully, not wanting to burn his lips or tongue on what was always volcanic temperature liquid. The last thing he wanted was to end up spitting his tea all over the table. As he sipped he looked at her, and once again saw the girl of eighteen. It was a while before he actually realised that she was also looking at him, and he looked away sheepishly.

“It’s OK,” Rachel said kindly, “I was thinking the same thing. Trying to work out whether you had changed.”

Jack looked back at her. “You haven’t, I am afraid that I have.”

Rachel laughed. Her laugh was sweet music to his ears, a sound long since forgotten to his memory. “I think the opposite. I have, and you haven’t. You have aged, sure, but the years have been kinder to you than to me. I’m going grey, have put on weight, and don’t talk about wrinkles. But you, you look so good.”

Now it was Jacks turn to laugh. “I won’t ask you to look any closer then. Don’t want to give away the fact that I am going grey, I have wrinkles that make the Grand Canyon look small, and thankfully my stomach is below table level.”

And that had broken the ice. As the sun shone down from above, slowly waning in to the late afternoon, they chatted.

She told him about her husband, who worked in aeroplane research and development, and her two children, ‘One of each’ as she had put it, and the problems they had had early on in life. The depression she had suffered, and the dark days she had lived through.

Jack was surprised that she opened up so quickly, as they had not seen each other for so long, but perhaps she still felt the connection to him that he felt to her.

She told him about her garden nursery business, set up with compensation money from a previous job. She didn’t expand on this point and Jack didn’t push the question. And she told him about the loss of her father, which she was still coming to terms with two years on.

Jack sympathised with this last, explaining how he had lost his sister in a traffic accident. They had commiserated together, briefly holding a hand before pulling apart to simultaneously reach for their drinks.

Jack told her about his job, as a Business Management Consultant, which took him all over the country. He told her how he had not yet found the right girl to settle down with, and doubted now if he ever would. And he told her how he had lost touch with most of the friends he had known from school, save for a few he saw on a Tuesday night in the pool league he played in.

“I regret now that I haven’t kept in touch, but most have moved on and I wonder if there is any point trying. Is it just going back to the past for the sake of it?”

“I’ve kept in touch with a few, and am still real close with a couple. Remember Alice Lincoln?”

“Is that a trick question? Of course I remember her, as you well know.” Jack blushed at this slightly as Alice had been his girlfriend before Rachel. In fact, if he was honest, he had left her for Rachel. “Don’t suppose she remembers me though.”

“On the contrary, we talk about you quite often. It’s fun to reminisce, so we get together once in a while and do just that, and as we have you in common of course you come up in conversation.”

Jack felt a little uncomfortable at this latest revelation. Two ex-girlfriends talking about him couldn’t be good. “Don’t know if I am comfortable with that. I bet you don’t have good things to say.”

The dog, still under the table, stood up and stretched. Jack took the opportunity to reach down and give its back a stroke, hoping the distraction would keep Rachel from seeing how uncomfortable he had become at the line the conversation was taking. He didn’t want the conversation to end, and he thought it might if Rachel thought he was unsettled.

The dog sat back down, limbs sufficiently stretched for the time being, and Jack was forced to sit back up. Rachel was looking at him, regarding him as if trying to judge what he was thinking.

“Why would we not have good things to say?” was the question she finally asked. “Not like you were really bad to us, or anything.”

“Well, I dumped her for you, for a start. That can’t be a good start.”

“That was a long time ago, Jack. She got over it. In fact we laugh about it now. And before you start, we are not laughing at you.” Rachel pushed her empty polystyrene cup away from her. “The recollections come with affection if you must know.”

Jack looked at her closely, trying to see if she meant it, or whether she was just trying to spare his feelings. But he could see in her eyes that she meant it and he relaxed, although after the way they had ended he didn’t know why.

Neither of them said anything for a while. If this hadn’t been Rachel then Jack thought he would have felt really uncomfortable with the silence that currently hung between them. But he felt no discomfort as he watched various people and vehicles move about in the car park beyond.

“I want to say….” Jack started to say, just as Rachel started with, “Did you know…”. Both stopped, waiting for the other, and then both laughed when neither restarted.

“You first,” Rachel ventured.

“No, it’s OK,” said Jack. “You go.”

“Well I was just thinking of just after we broke up.” Jack didn’t know if he wanted to hear this but he said nothing. “Alice and I used to drive around. I was hoping to see you.”

“You did?” Jack said, genuinely surprised. “Why?”

“Why do you think?” was Rachel’s immediately response.

 “But I broke up with you. Why would you want to still see me after I had done that?”

Rachel looked straight at Jack. “You broke up with me; I didn’t break up with you. You don’t just switch off feelings you know.”

A look of shame crossed over Jack face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, you know. I was young and stupid. I didn’t know a good thing when I had one.”

Rachel smiled. “It’s OK. That was in the past. It was a long time ago. We have both moved on since then, and some things are best left in the past.”

“But do you ever wonder what might have been if I hadn’t been so stupid?” It was a question that Jack had considered many times, though less and less as the years had passed. And having asked the question he was not sure he really wanted to know her answer.

Rachel sipped her coffee. “I used to wonder sometimes, but the past is the past, and maybe it is best not to try and second guess what might have been. It could send you mad if you thought about it too much, wondering what you might change if you could.”

After another slow slip she continued. “This might be stating the obvious, but our lives are, by definition, the sum of all the tiny events and decisions that have affected us, and it is all those things that make us who we are. And I think I am a better person for the bad and good experiences I have had. Sure it might be nice to go back and change a few things, put straight a few of those mistakes. But then are our lives so bad now that we would like to risk what we have for the sake of changing something that will result in who-knows-what?”

“But what about the decisions that weren’t yours? You just said it yourself. I broke up with you, not the other way round. If I hadn’t broken up with you your life may have taken a slightly different path. We may not have stayed together but maybe your dad would still be alive. Maybe your kids would have been healthy from the start, maybe there would have been no depression, no dark days.”

“And maybe I would have had no kids at all.” Rachel interrupted. “Perhaps I would have no husband, no business. And perhaps we would not be sat here today, reminiscing about the past, and enjoying each other’s company.”

“I suppose you are right,” Jack admitted. It was almost the answer he had expected. Years ago he would have been upset to hear such and answer, quietly disappointed that she had moved on so easily, but this was now and he understood and accepted what she had said.

Jack considered what Rachel had said. In the past he had considered how this conversation would go, and as was often the case with these things, this was not how he had imagined it. He had wanted to apologise, to say sorry for what he had done, but the route the conversation had taken showed that Rachel wasn’t expecting an apology. She had accepted what had happened and moved on. He wondered why he hadn’t.

“You’ve gone quiet. Did I say something I shouldn’t?”

“No. It’s just…..just that this isn’t what I had expected. I suppose I expected for you to still be bitter about how we broke up. I guess you got over it better than I did.”

Jack looked around him, wondering what he should say next. The grass banks around the picnic area had filled with more people, enjoying what was now the late afternoon sun. Businessmen taking a break from their drive, parents letting their kids let off a bit of steam, pet owners giving their pets a chance to ‘do their business’. There were a few couples enjoying each other’s company, lying about on the grass. On a picnic blanket, under a tree away to their left, a young woman with long blonde hair lay out enjoying the warmth of the dappled sun as it passed through the leaves and gently swaying branches over head. The young man with her, dressed in jeans and an England football shirt, sat with his back against the tree. He was just looking at her as she lay, the look of love obvious on his face, even at this distance. Jack remembered when he and Rachel had been like that.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still looking at the couple under the tree.

“For what?” Rachel queried.

And then it just came out. “For being such an idiot. I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did. I’m sorry for your dad, sorry for the illnesses your kids had, I’m sorry for whatever it was that happened that lead to your compensation. I’m sorry that I never said sorry before.” His voice had the edge of tears that he had not been expecting.

“Jack. Jack, calm down. It’s OK. You don’t have to be sorry. None of these things were your fault, well OK, maybe a couple, but that is life and these things happen.” Rachel took his hand in hers, and looked in to his eyes.

Jack saw only love and friendship in those eyes, his heart melted. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to explain further but those eyes convinced him that he should.

“I owe you an explanation, about what happened between us.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” Rachel countered gently. “We were young, we grew apart. I obviously wasn’t the right person for you.”

“But on that you are so wrong.” Jack took a deep breath and started what he had rehearsed a long time ago but had never said to her face. He did owe her this, but more importantly he thought he really had to finally say it out loud to exorcise it once and for all.

“I loved you then, and I can’t remember if I ever told you how much. Funny things, memories. I loved you so much it hurt at times, but I was young and I was stupid. I didn’t see then how good you were for me then. I know it now but it is really too late.”

Jack paused, waiting to see if Rachel would react. She didn’t, and so he carried on.

“We were younger then, and the world was a simpler place. Or was it? Nothing seemed more complex to me than the thought of being in love with someone so much that the thought of losing you was all encompassing.  And what did I think was the best way to avoid losing you? Throw you away. Nothing could have been simpler. My young mind had produced a simple solution.”

Jack looked a Rachel again. She sat quietly, watching him, not wanting to interrupt for fear that he might not finish what he clearly needed to.

“What I did to you was unforgivable, and I’m not going to pretend it wasn’t. I’m not going to try and excuse it, but I would like to try and explain. If I do this really badly then I apologise in advance, and you get a bonus apology. Two for the price of one.” Jack laughed nervously. “My mind worked in mysterious ways back then. I was going to lose you, I was convinced of that. You would go off to university and you were bound to meet someone else. If I loved you, someone else was going to as well. It didn’t occur to me that even if you did meet someone when you went I could still have you until then. And I didn’t even contemplate that you may even love me enough to stay with me even when we were apart. So I did something really, REALLY stupid.”

The dog shifted again under the table, raising its head, which Jack obligingly stroked, hoping to gain some comfort from the simple task.

“The way it happened wasn’t premeditated. Honestly it wasn’t. I didn’t go on that holiday looking for someone, I just met someone and that presented me with the excuse I apparently needed. It wasn’t anything major. We were still young and it was a typically juvenile affair. We spent time together, we held hands, we kissed, but that was it.” Jack looked nervously at Rachel. He had never given her this much before, not even at the time, but there was still no reaction. Just a smile.

“When I got back it never occurred to me to beg for forgiveness, never thought I deserved it. And then I did something even more stupid than meeting someone else in the first place. I never even waited to see if you would forgive me, never even gave you the chance. I never asked you how you felt. I just thought of myself. And it is for this that I must say I am truly sorry. With this one selfish act I changed your future. Who knows whether it was for the better or for the worse? But you have a great husband, by all accounts, and you have two gorgeous kids, so if it was for the worse then the worse was pretty good, despite everything else.”

Jack took a deep breath. Did he want to admit the next, even to himself?

“I still love you. All these years have passed and it is still there. It is obviously no longer as intense as it was, but it is still there. I didn’t try to stay in contact because I still loved you. Me being selfish again. I didn’t really want to hear that you were happy without me. God, that sounds really bad. Why shouldn’t you be happy?”

“So again I am sorry, for not keeping in contact, for being selfish, for still loving you, for loving you too much back then, for not loving you enough, for not wanting to know you were happy without me, for your depression, for whatever happened with your job, for the death of your father. If I hadn’t been so bloody stupid who knows how things would have worked out.”

And with that he stopped. There was more to say but now was not the time to say it, he felt. He took a deep breath and looked at Rachel again, only then realising that tears had welled in his eyes. Rachel was also crying.

“Oh my god,” said Jack. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I didn’t mean to make you cry”

“It’s Ok. Just to hear you say what you just said…..” she started.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all of that, I…”

“Her name was Jane, she was 15, and she was from Ireland. ‘And, yes, I miss her’ you told me’. Rachel said slowly, thinking back to those times years ago. “The funny thing is, until just now, I had totally forgotten about her. I had taught myself to think you finished with me because I wasn't right for you. Isn't it funny how you remember things? I was so puzzled when you changed so much. What you have just said helps put that right, even all these years later.”

“Don’t look so nervous,” Rachel smiled. “I can’t say that it is something that pre-occupies my mind any more, but it’s nice to know the real story. I can't help thinking that the insight you have given me into the workings of a 16-year-old boy's mind will help when my girl is in the boyfriend game.”

Rachel laughed. A genuine laugh between friends.

“I don’t blame you, though I probably did at the time. I have no regrets, and would not turn back time, given the choice. I am sure you wouldn't too.”

Jack thought about disagreeing with her on that point but decided against it.

Rachel paused slightly, trying to put the words in the right order, not wanting to get this bit wrong. “I was going to be going to university. It would not have been right for us to be together when I went. Friends there who had boyfriends at home never really integrated. I had the time of my life and would not have chosen to miss it.”

“Relationships that start when you are a teenager, continue on a teenager basis and they never grow into a mature relationship and are generally a disaster,” she continued. “Although I can still remember so much about "us", my life has not been damaged by what happened. It was an inevitable teenage experience, I guess, and I would not be able to have the mature relationship I have today if it wasn't for the lessons I learnt with you and the others.”

She then quickly added, “I'm not lumping you in with 'the others' here, by the way, you have better status than that in my history.”

Jack laughed, “I should hope so.”

“So, after all these years, it was all kind of for the best,” she said finally. “But didn't we have a good time for a little while back then?”

Jack was about to agree when the strains of Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol drifted up from below the table.

Rachel reached into her pocket and removed her mobile, which was the source of the melody. “Sorry,” she said to Jack, raising the phone to her ear and listening for a few seconds.

“Watering the dog,” was the first thing Jack heard her say. “Motorway services…….. About an hour……….Should be, but we can always get a take-away if you want………OK, see you later………Love you too.”

Rachel touched the screen of her phone lightly and placed it back in her pocket, giving her dog a quick pat on the head as she did so. “I have to get going,” she said apologetically. “That was Tony, my husband, he’s on his way home from work.”

Jack wanted to stay and talk. At that moment that was really all he wanted to do, but she had a life and he couldn’t insist she stay. “That’s a shame, I was really enjoying myself,” was what he eventually said.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Rachel said quickly, “this has been great for me too. It’s a shame it has to end so abruptly.”

Jack fiddled about in the inside pocket of his jacket, eventually finding the pen and business card that he had been looking for. Scribbling on the back of the card he said, “Look, I’ve written my email address on the back of my card. Send me an email.” And after a pause he added, “Please.”

“Of course I will,” said Rachel. “Now that we have found each other again it would be stupid to lose touch again.

Rachel stood, and Jack politely stood as well. Not sure what he should do he extended a hand. “Don’t be daft,” Rachel rebuked him, and stepped forward and gave him a hug. Jack returned the hug, remembering back briefly to those years past when hugs between them had been natural and regular. He found now that he missed it, but not as much as he thought he would.

Rachel kissed him briefly on the cheek and then stepped back. Bending down, she retrieved the dogs lead. “It’s been really good to see you again, Jack. Don’t let us lose touch again.”

“I don’t think we will, what do you think the odds were that we would meet like this?”

“Who knows, maybe it was just meant to be. Keep an eye on your in-box.” And with that she leant forward and kissed his cheek briefly again, then turned and walked back to her car.

Jack sat back down and watched her go. Watched as she crossed the car park and opened the car door so that the dog could jump in. Watched as she got in the car and started it up. Watched as it reversed out of the space and headed for the motorway.

Rachel smiled and waved as she went. Jack returned the wave and wondered if he would ever she her again. He continued to watch as the car disappeared down the road, he waved one last time, not knowing whether she had seen in her mirror. As her car passed out of sight the sky beyond lit up in a large flash, and then returned to its late afternoon deep blue.

Jack sat for a few minutes, going back over the conversation he had just had with the woman he had loved as a girl. It hadn’t gone the way he had thought it would, as he had imagined it would over all those years. And he didn’t feel now as he thought he would either. He had thought that it would be painful to see her again, only to have to say goodbye, but it wasn’t. He felt happy, she had moved on and had a life. She was happy, and he found that even though he still loved her, it was the love for an old friend, and that was OK.

Jack got up from the table, noticing that the young couple were still under the tree. The young lady was sat up now and was now conversing with the young man, who still sat with his back against the tree.

Jack watched for a moment and thought, “Best of luck to you. Make sure you enjoy every moment.”

And with that thought in his head he turned and walked back to his car.

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