Post by jac on Jan 13, 2013 23:09:46 GMT -5
"Chandler, it's me... J.
I see you've kept our voice mail all this time."
Jacquline laughs.
"It's been so long. I'm here now.
This place seems like a prison. The outside looks like
ten miles of back road, and the air feels as cold as a
banker's heart."
A deep breath can be heard as Jacqueline pauses and takes in her surroundings.
"I need to see you. Meet me in the auditorium after
curfew tonight.
I love you."
The beginnings of a sniffle can be heard just before the phone clicks.
I see you've kept our voice mail all this time."
Jacquline laughs.
"It's been so long. I'm here now.
This place seems like a prison. The outside looks like
ten miles of back road, and the air feels as cold as a
banker's heart."
A deep breath can be heard as Jacqueline pauses and takes in her surroundings.
"I need to see you. Meet me in the auditorium after
curfew tonight.
I love you."
The beginnings of a sniffle can be heard just before the phone clicks.
After curfew. Auditorium. He would be there any second.
There were hundreds of places to be sitting in the empty auditorium. The cushioned chairs scattered about the room around tables, seemingly left over from a school party of some kind, looked comfortable enough. The steps leading up to the stage looked suitable for sitting. However, the new arrival of Ashford Academy chose none of those accommodations. Instead, she lied down in the center of the stage, her hands folded together over her stomach as she stared at the ceiling, contemplating what was about to unfold.
On one hand, she was excited and full of butterflies. She was going to be reunited with the man she considered the love of her life, Chandler. Jacqueline couldn't wait to see his smile, hear his voice again. She had hungered for it for so long. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest with anticipation. This was going to be their epic reunion, she believed. He would open his arms for her as soon as he saw her, and she would run straight into them. They would fit perfectly into each other's arms as always.
Or would they?
It had been a long time. Jacqueline couldn't know for sure how that would affect the magic she had used on him. Dark thoughts entered Jacqueline's mind. She pictured him being angry at her for altering his memories. Perhaps he would scream at her that he never loved her, she imagined. Jacqueline had never seen Chandler angry and had no idea what it would look like, so her imagination, the imagination of a writer, ran wild. Visions of a violent confrontation flooded her mind. Jacqueline shook her head. No. Chandler would never hurt her. This would be their perfect reunion. It had to be.
Or did it?
Jacqueline's imagination oscillated back and forth relentlessly, moving from romantic grand gestures in one second to bloody fist fights the next. No matter which mode she was in, one thing remained constant-- her beating heart thumped on, reminding her that no matter what was about to happen, at least she would see Chandler. He was coming.
Or was he?
Jacqueline sighed and closed her eyes, hoping to shut out some of the stimuli around her, shut up her brain temporarily. It didn't help.