“Yes… He asked what she was to me. I told him,” Jack sighs. “I was just a little shocked by him bringing it up… It… Doesn’t hurt to talk about it as much anymore, which surprised me…”
“…Jacques, I..”
Slenda sounds defeated. She couldn’t hide this, not anymore. Not from him.
“…You…recall I’ve been struggling to remember my name…yes…?”
“Yes,” Jack nods, perking up. She sounded out of it- “Did you remember it?”
“….You should sit down..”
She folds her hands together and lays then against the front of her legs. They’re trembling.
Slenda lets a genuine, almost bubbly laugh escape her. “Only you could make such a cheesy line work, Jacques…only you.”...
Jack walks to her, closing the distance and hugging her. “What a beautiful, lovely smelling rose I’m holding onto,...