him sadly.
“No.........I guess once you know..........you can’t unknow feelings Ryan”.
He had once more looked away from her, his body stiff as silently he had dressed. Finally, he had looked at her again.
“Nothing has changed Jenna, this is just some silly thing you are feeling, it will pass”
Holding back yet more tears, she had lowered her head once more, managing to pull a quivering smile onto her face.
“Sure Ryan” she had replied, her voice almost inaudible as she had nodded softly.
“If you say so”.
She had heard him move closer to her, giving her a smile.
“I’m sure, you will see. Nothing has really changed between us Jenna.... we are good”.
With that he had lifted her chin and dropped a small kiss on her lips, not commenting on her inability to look him in the eyes.
He had then moved from the bedroom, the sound of his car seeing Jenna slowly curl up and sink back into the sheets, the tears streaming down her stricken face, as she had felt her whole being filled with the loss, her heart breaking. While he determined that nothing had changed, Jenna knew that it had. Once those words were spoken, everything had changed, and his reaction had told her all she needed to know. She was in love with Ryan Trudeau, madly, deeply and completely, but he would never feel the same way for her. One day he would work her out of his system, and then it would be Jenna who would be the one who would have to pick up the pieces of her destroyed life.
Stuffing her hands into her mouth, she had sobbed again, hating herself. How could she be so stupid, he had always been so honest and she had been dumb enough to fall in love with him? She had never questioned that one day they would both work out the way they affected each other from their systems, mocking herself that she had never considered that her feelings would one day turn to love. Jenna knowing that the longer she stayed the stronger those feelings would become.
Finally, she had mustered up enough strength to leave the bed, slowly pulling her large back-pack from the walk-in closet, where it had sat so small in the huge space. Pulling her clothes out of the drawers, she had slowly packed the bag, leaving the cocktail dresses and accessories that he had bought for her in the short time they had been together inside the large space. Where she was going, there would be no need for such finery she had told herself, while realising that they would always be a reminder of him and the times they had spent dancing in each other’s arms, memories that she did not need at that moment.
As she had moved to remove the necklace from her neck, she had caught sight of her tear streaked image in the mirror, her hands dropping to pick up the pendant that sat at the end of the chain. More tears had made their way down her face, as the memory of the day, only the previous weekend, that he had bought the delicate piece of jewellery for her came back to haunt her.
He had wanted to buy her an expensive bracelet, the diamond tennis bracelet glittering brightly as she had looked horrified at him.
“And when will I wear that?”
She had demanded of him, laughing as he had looked bemused.
“But.......doesn’t every woman want one of these”.
He had asked in surprise, as she had snorted.
“Not ones who work for a living”.
About to walk away, he had grabbed her by the shoulders pulling her back to the window.
“OK.........we are not leaving here until I have successfully bought you something”.
Raising a hand as her mouth had opened in protestation.
“I will just end up buying the bracelet”.
He had said with determination, as Jenna had given him a look, rolling her eyes as she had again looked at the wonderful jewellery in the window.
The locket had instantly caught her attention. Love-heart shaped, it was gold with a large cornflower blue sapphire in the
“No.........I guess once you know..........you can’t unknow feelings Ryan”.
He had once more looked away from her, his body stiff as silently he had dressed. Finally, he had looked at her again.
“Nothing has changed Jenna, this is just some silly thing you are feeling, it will pass”
Holding back yet more tears, she had lowered her head once more, managing to pull a quivering smile onto her face.
“Sure Ryan” she had replied, her voice almost inaudible as she had nodded softly.
“If you say so”.
She had heard him move closer to her, giving her a smile.
“I’m sure, you will see. Nothing has really changed between us Jenna.... we are good”.
With that he had lifted her chin and dropped a small kiss on her lips, not commenting on her inability to look him in the eyes.
He had then moved from the bedroom, the sound of his car seeing Jenna slowly curl up and sink back into the sheets, the tears streaming down her stricken face, as she had felt her whole being filled with the loss, her heart breaking. While he determined that nothing had changed, Jenna knew that it had. Once those words were spoken, everything had changed, and his reaction had told her all she needed to know. She was in love with Ryan Trudeau, madly, deeply and completely, but he would never feel the same way for her. One day he would work her out of his system, and then it would be Jenna who would be the one who would have to pick up the pieces of her destroyed life.
Stuffing her hands into her mouth, she had sobbed again, hating herself. How could she be so stupid, he had always been so honest and she had been dumb enough to fall in love with him? She had never questioned that one day they would both work out the way they affected each other from their systems, mocking herself that she had never considered that her feelings would one day turn to love. Jenna knowing that the longer she stayed the stronger those feelings would become.
Finally, she had mustered up enough strength to leave the bed, slowly pulling her large back-pack from the walk-in closet, where it had sat so small in the huge space. Pulling her clothes out of the drawers, she had slowly packed the bag, leaving the cocktail dresses and accessories that he had bought for her in the short time they had been together inside the large space. Where she was going, there would be no need for such finery she had told herself, while realising that they would always be a reminder of him and the times they had spent dancing in each other’s arms, memories that she did not need at that moment.
As she had moved to remove the necklace from her neck, she had caught sight of her tear streaked image in the mirror, her hands dropping to pick up the pendant that sat at the end of the chain. More tears had made their way down her face, as the memory of the day, only the previous weekend, that he had bought the delicate piece of jewellery for her came back to haunt her.
He had wanted to buy her an expensive bracelet, the diamond tennis bracelet glittering brightly as she had looked horrified at him.
“And when will I wear that?”
She had demanded of him, laughing as he had looked bemused.
“But.......doesn’t every woman want one of these”.
He had asked in surprise, as she had snorted.
“Not ones who work for a living”.
About to walk away, he had grabbed her by the shoulders pulling her back to the window.
“OK.........we are not leaving here until I have successfully bought you something”.
Raising a hand as her mouth had opened in protestation.
“I will just end up buying the bracelet”.
He had said with determination, as Jenna had given him a look, rolling her eyes as she had again looked at the wonderful jewellery in the window.
The locket had instantly caught her attention. Love-heart shaped, it was gold with a large cornflower blue sapphire in the
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