John & Jane

John & Jane

Part 1

“I'm sad to see you Jane.” sighed John.

“I thought you loved our meetings,” replied Jane rushing forward and collapsing into his arms.

“I love being with you,” nodded John. “But I hate you being here, because I know what it means.”

“Don't think about that now,” said Jane. “I just want to enjoy our time together.”

John reached somewhere behind him and pulled out a picnic basket. “Come with me.”

Jane smiled and took his hand.

“Do you remember what we spoke about yesterday Jane?”

“Of course,” replied Jane.

“Good,” smiled Jane.

Jane loved his smile. It was warm, loving and gentle.

“What progress have you made?”

“I tried to tell him, but he got upset.” replied Jane.

“I'm disapointed Jane, you promied me.”

“I tried John, I really did try. But when I told him, he...well I ended up back here. But that's okay, because I got to see you again.”

“Jane, you can't see me forever,” smiled John stopping them in agrassy field and spreading ou the picnic basket and quickly unloading the wine and snacks. “You do eventually have to face him.”

Jane sat down and hung her head in shame. John did so much for her, she hated to let him down. John gently tilted her head up and kissed her. His kiss was warm. It made her lips tingle. He tucked his hand aroud her neck and pulled her closer. When he pulled away, she felt as if she'd been holding her breathe. He had kissed a thousand times. Every time she came to see him. But still every kiss felt like their first. She took a deep breathe and stared at him.

“I love you John.”

“I know my dear,” replied John pouring her some wine. “But you shouldnt.”

Jane sipped the wine. As usual the flavour was strange. It didnt come from her mouth, more like from her head. She couldnt taste it, but she knew what it tasted like.

They sat on their blanket sipping wine and chatting for hours. Soon the stars started coming out of their hiding places to play in the night sky.

“They look beautiful tonight,” sighed Jane resting her head on Johns chest.

“You have to go now my dear,” said John.

“No,” said Jane. “Please, I'm not ready.”

“Be strong my love.”

Jane sat up to argue. But John had vanished. The world tilted. The green grass morphing into hard, cold kitchen tiles.

“John!” called Jane desperately. “JOHN!”

“Who's John?” asked a gruff familiar voice.

Jane opened her eyes slowly. She winced. They were still sore. Blood still poured down her nose and from her mouth.

“I asked you a question woman,” said Clayton. “Who is John?'

“No one,” replied Jane softly. “I was dreaming.”

Claytons fist was a blur. Before Jane could even blink it crashed into her ear smashing her head into the floor. The loud ringing in her eyes blocked out Claytons curses and threats. But not his feet, nor his fist. She tried to get up and run but Clayton kicked out at her chest. She collapsed back onto floor. And as she saw Claytons foot heading towards her face, she smiled. She was going to see John again.