Dedication? George and Richard...no particular reason, honest :)
Notes: this is set in about seven years time...Jubilee's
about 22, work everything else out from there :) It's
pretty much a PG, maybe a 12 'cause it doesn't deal with
the most pleasant of subjects. If it's going to offend
you, don't read it, or if you really have to, don't
flame me, okay? Bits and pieces [i.e. translations] are
at the end. -This- is emphasis. And the notes are almost
as long as the story,
"Jono said I should go out and have one last fling
before I get married. He didn't mention that it should
be with his wife."
His jeans are tight across my hips, but I'm aware of
loose denim against my back. He's thinner than Jonothon,
and his legs aren't as long. Oh God, what am I doing?
I can't compare them...
This isn't me. I'm not like this at all. Am I? I just
did what I always said I wouldn't, and I can't honestly
blame the alcohol, because when I admit it, I've been
wanting this for years.
At the moment he's in the other room, making some
coffee. I wish he wasn't such a gentleman...I need to
share the blame. But he even offered to mend my dress
for me.
What was I thinking? I've just ruined my marriage. We're
not on the rocks anymore, not even drowning in stormy
waters...we're -nothing-. And Angelo...Angelo is -not-
what I want. He's beautiful and tactile and sensual and
passionate, but -- he's Jubilee's! I can destroy
Jonothon, but Jubilee -never- hurt me, not even when
she had good reason.
He's going to come in now, I can hear him. He's going to
find me crying, and pass me a t-shirt or a sweater so
that he doesn't have to see his best friend's wife
naked. He's going to give me a coffee and push my hair
around my ears and he's going to look into my eyes and
say, "This wasn't a good idea, was it?". And he'll
apologise, even though it wasn't his fault. I'll want
to kiss him and comfort him and promise that she'll
understand, but it won't be an option, because I -know-
he's. not. mine.
I'm making coffee for the woman in my bed. She isn't
my fiancee, but I slept with her. I did it out of
choice, in my right mind and with sober, free will.
For Jubilee, I know I shouldn't have attempted it. For
Jono, I shouldn't have even thought of it. And for
Paige, I definitely shouldn't have done it. But I
didn't think of them; I did this all for myself. And
despite what people say, it's cleared my mind.
I'm not in love with her, I'm really not. She's
beautiful, soft, and, like warm liquid, she can diffuse
right into my bloodstream, but -- but I've lost my
desire for her. I expect that the price we'll pay for
that revelation will be high, too high. And in the end,
I doubt it's worth it, especially for Paige. So for her,
I'm sorry. For her sake, yes, it was a bad idea.
Angelo was late to the meeting this morning. I know why.
Got to give the man some respect though; I've been
trying to get Paige into bed for months.
She's made her point, though at what cost to Angelo and
Jubilee, I can't tell. She knows I won't contest the
divorce now.
Dear God, Paige, couldn't you be kinder? I thought you
loved me. Once, you made me feel almost normal. You
played the perfect wife; now, no doubt, you'll play the
perfect divorcee.
I'm confused. It's like, I coulda sworn that shirt
Paige was wearing this morning was Angelo's. But I only
saw it for, like a second, so I can't be sure. Then
Ange disappeared immediately we finished the strategy
meeting -- I guess he went into town. I'm worried about
him.
He's been acting...normal, but not normal. I can't place
it. I mean, if I'da only seen Paige today, I would've
seriously thought she'd slept with my fiance; a woman
does -not- react to her man like that unless
-something's- goin' on. But he was...too confident...too
-normal-. And I honestly just don't think he'd do that
to me.
Yeah, he used to feel 'like that' about her. Yeah, Paige
and Jono are splitting, but Ange has -honour-. He said
he loved me and I know he wouldn't be marrying me
otherwise.
Damn it! I wanna know what's happening round here!
She found him that evening in Our Lady of Sorrows,
Boston, sitting in the front pew, his head bent before
the altar. She watched him muttering, praying in soft,
flowing Spanish. His voice disappeared in the bustle as
a party of confirmation candidates took over the church,
and she followed the children up to the front.
From there, she could hear him singing to himself, a
slow, almost melancholy chant in his mother tongue. She
found herself mouthing the words along with him, words
he wanted for during their wedding ceremony.
"Nada te turbe," he whispered, "nada te_es pante. Quien
a Dios tiene, nada le falta. Nada te turbe, nada te_es
pante-"
"Solo Dios basta," she finished, out loud.
His head moved up sharply to look at her. Standing a
few feet in front of him, as she was, she appeared
framed by the stain-glass windows and bathed in
candle-light. A smile crept across his face. "Si," he
said. "He brought me you."
She stepped forward and knelt on the floor, to be on his
level. "Please," she whispered. "Tell me the truth."
He was quiet for several moments, gathering his
thoughts. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, "I've
been thinking today, and I'm going to say this: You
were the reason I stayed with Generation X when I wanted
to do everything my own way. You were the reason I stood
up to Cassidy and fought Ev when the odds looked
impossible. You were the reason I bought this ring," he
said, taking her hand and kissing it, "and, as we're
here before God, you are the one and only reason I'm
getting married tomorrow."
She considered this, looking at him.
Then she kissed him.
1) The chant is from Taize and means:
Let nothing trouble you, let nothing frighten you,
2) This is the third story set in my Crescent Universe,
which is basically a future GenX type thing, focusing
so far on Angelo and Jubilee. You didn't need to have
read the others to understand this, did you? Well,
anyway, the others are, in time-line order, Pandora's
Box [where Angelo was planning to leave GenX] and The
Long Walk [well, it's got the ring thing at the end]
and are both archived at:
https://members.tripod.com/~cynzemaya/shorts.html
3) Send Feedback! Please! I really want to know what you
thought of it, however that was...
Mail the author, Cynjen, with comments!
Dreams that go Bump in the Night
Whoever has God, lacks nothing.
Let nothing trouble you, let nothing frighten you,
God alone is enough.