Jack and Jill (finished)

         She looked at him with the knowledge that I wouldn't work. He stared into her beautiful, blue eyes with a love burning hotter than any star. They shared the silence, wondering who would talk first, they both knew how the other felt.  He reaches for her hand, she pulls away, the fire flickers. Wanting the night to last forever, he begins to open his mouth, but words failed him. There was no way he could convince her to stay, her mind was made up. Not wanting to break his heart she stands, and walks toward the door. He stops her, pulls her in close and kisses with all the passion he could muster.
         Pulling away she looked into his eyes, he looked back into hers. He brushes the hair from her soft face, leans and kisses her again, this time holding back the fires. She runs her hand through his shaggy brown hair, he pushes his trembling body against hers. Tear stream down her face, as she realizes what she almost left, he pulls away, only to wipe away her tears.
         "I love you," she speaks softly, looking deep into his eyes. He replies with another kiss, letting the fire flow through his lips onto hers. Grabbing her around the waist, he carries her into the bedroom and lays her onto the bed.
         "Do you trust me," he whispers into her ear. She nodded and he began to kisses with more and more intensity. Slowly caressing his body with her fingers, she lifts off his shirt. He stops, stares into her eyes, and without saying anything, he says it all.
         Hearts beat as if one, in this moment two bodies connect, like puzzle pieces, everything falls into place. He collapses beside her, exhausted, she curls up next to him, every nerve tingling.  He wraps his arms around her, and she feels completely safe.

         Jack awakes in a shower of tears, then falls back, running his hands over his head. He wondered why he continued to have the same dream of her. Looking at the clock beside his bed, he sits up on his twin size mattress. It was one in the morning, and he knew he wouldn't get back sleep, so he proceeds to his bathroom. Flicking on the light blinded him for a moment, and when his eyes adjusted all he saw was the worn mirror, in his ugly bathroom, in his rundown apartment. Splashing some water on his face, trying to clear his mind, he looks back into the mirror. A raggedy man was staring back him, like a stranger.
         Turning from the sink, he turned on the shower, and stepped in. As the water poured down his body, so did the tears. He looks over his body, all of the tattoos, all the scars, make up the shell of his former self. As he begins to run his hands over the places where he had felt her touch, he trembles. Finished with the shower, he dries himself, and grabs the closest pair of boxers.
         He walks back into his minuscule bedroom, light pouring in from the bathroom, he sees the mess of the man he has become. Picking up a pair of jeans from the floor, he catches the shine of glass on the floor. Digging it out, he finds that it is an old picture of a happy couple. Feeling rage build up, he tosses the picture at the wall to which it replied with a loud smash. He drops to his knees, and begins to pick up the shards of glass, whilst tear fall onto the floor.
         Having no remorse, he takes a sharp piece of glass and slides it across his wrist. Blood flows like a river down his arm, he grabs a shirt close to him and bandages the wound. Ashamed of his cowardice, he stumbles into the kitchen, searching the cabinets, he only finds empty whiskey bottles. He turns to the cupboards, finding a half full bottle of rum, he unscrews the cap and takes a large swig. The only chair in his entire apartment, finds itself useful, as he continues to drink.
         Emptying the bottle and barely feeling numb, he searches for another bottle. Within the refrigerator, salvation in the form of a six-pack, grabbing the case he begins unscrewing the first bottle. After the forth bottle had been emptied, he stopped feeling the world around him. Staggering out onto the balcony, he grabs the rail and looks down. From the seventh floor, the ground looked soft, he climbs onto the railing, ready to end it all. In a moment, he lets go and falls forward, the wind felt good on his scruffy face.
         Jill looked over old pictures of them, wondering if she did the right thing leaving.  She couldn't help but feel like it was her fault that he took his life. Her hands began to tremble with the knowledge that she would never see his smile, feel his fingers on her skin, or hear his voice. Placing the photo album down, she rose from her bed and went to her window. The city was full of life, full of despair, she thought to herself. Lights of cars passed by her small studio apartment, shining light into her empty bedroom, she turned and walk toward the door.
         The faint glow from the coffee clock, gave her the silhouettes of her dismal living room. She looked over the objects that they once enjoyed together, and it brought a pain to her chest. Glancing at the door, she sees a note on the floor.  As she picked it up she saw that it was from him. She wondered how long it had been there, and how long since she left her apartment.
         "Dearest love, it is with my deepest sorrow that I write these words to you. I know that you want to be left alone, and you need your space, but you should know that I cannot willing give it to you.  The last thing I want to do is make you feel like I don't care about your feelings. I respect you and all your wishes, which is why I am leaving. This is my last letter and last chance to tell you, I love you with all my heart, Jack."
         She dropped the letter and feel to her knees, realizing how much pain he must have been in, tears rolled off her face. This man that gave her everything, is gone, and she blamed herself. Pulling herself up, she goes into the bathroom, and opens the medicine cabinet. Grabbing pill bottle after pill bottle, she begins to shove them all in her mouth. Tears fall as she swallows pill after pill, now empty bottle lay upon the bathroom floor.
         A few moments pass, she wonder if it was enough, and as if a train hit her stomach, she winces. Falling to the floor, clinching her abdomen, the pain worse with every breath. She beings to crawl to her bedroom, painstakingly, she hoped to look at his picture one last time. Shakenly she grabs his photo, and brings it to her eyes, now blurred from the tears. She closed her eyes, and tried to imagine they were still happily together.
         
         Jack and Jill went up the hill, Jack fell down and broke his crown,  and Jill came tumble after.