I stepped back nearly falling, I stood still on the rocks as he looked at me. My heart sped up and my mouth became dry.
"Why?" I ask him, my voice trembling. "Why tell me this?" I query, not heeding my voice as the utterances leave me.
He glares at me, grey eyes mended on me. He doesn't blink, he doesn't move. Only his black hair stirs in the wind.
"That's the worst thing that I've done." He confesses, voice sturdy.
I speculate for a moment before voicing this question out loud, "Did you really… kill her?"
He nods, "I drove her to that." He admits.
I shake my head in confusion, "what are you trying to tell me, Jace?"
"She jumped here." Jace coldly and bluntly declares. I scan his face to see if there is any remorse or guilt but I just find a stone expression. I look at him, he is so beautiful. He reminds me of a porcelain doll.
I step back as I realize all the cracks that he has, I have never realized how broken he truly is. Broken with glass cracks running down all over his skin.
"I have to go." I turn from him.
"Let me take you home," Jace says from behind me.
But I begin to walk off, his appearance is already tarnished and I don't need to hear how he led that poor girl to kill herself, I already have some idea… and I don't wish for the same thing to happen to me. Whatever he has done, I know it was from infatuation— infatuation killed her.
That is only my theory based on how captivating he is, so mesmerizing that I found myself here with him.
I interpret that the most beautiful things are the most dangerous. Once you have allowed yourself to become struck by their poisonous beauty, it leads you to possess nothing but demise by that same delightful object.
I can't allow myself to obsess over someone like this.
I have a chance at a new life.
I sit in a cafe… I could have called my father, but he wouldn't trust me after that. I don't have enough money for a taxi or an Uber. I do however have enough money for a now lukewarm cup of coffee that warmed my fingertips.
I turn my sullen gaze to watch Jace from the outside of the cafe, from across the street, keeping his distance. That was never really something that he was good at. Now it's my turn to keep my distance from him.
She should have been here by now, I gulp a chunk of my coffee that I didn't want but I'd feel strange sitting here if I didn't order it. I've loitered for almost an hour, and men that are way older and bigger than I am, keep looking in my direction– I keep telling myself that it's nothing and that the concern is only in my reason.
"Lucy." Announces a male voice and I look up at him.
My eyes broadened with the mere shock of embarrassment… of course, Melody wasn't going to drive all the way here.
I stand up. "Sorry." I immediately utter. I apologise for being so foolish, if Andrew didn't like me then, then surely he doesn't like me now.
"Don't mention it." Andrew gestures for me to come. "Did you pay for the coffee?" He queries and I nod.
"Okay, then let's get out of here." He says. Looking at the guys at the far right table.
I feel so stupid that Andrew had to come here to pick me up, maybe I just should have called my dad.
Andrews sees Jace across the street and his facial expression changes. He then storms across the street. "What that fuck Jace?" Andrew declares as he shoves Jace hard, but Jace barely moves by an inch.
All I can do is stand here in turmoil, thinking if Andrew knew about the girl. Could he be upset that Jace brought me here? Should I intervene, do I even have a right to? All I have is the courage to make myself small where I stand. I swallow, he's probably upset at the situation.
"Just leave it alone." Jace mummers.
Andrew shrugs aggressively, "What are fucking you doing?!" He exclaims. "Bringing her here–" Andrew cuts himself off, "You are a sick shit."
Jace only glares at him, then he looks at me and shakes his head in disgust. He then turns his gaze to Andrew, "I envy you Drew… envy how after everything you can still move on, whereas I am sitting with all this guilt by myself." He says blandly.
He then gets on his bike and starts it up, I then realize that I still have his jacket.
I walk over to them and take the jacket off. I hand it to Jace who just gives me a dull look. "It's cold, you should keep it." He utters with little to no expression.
I shudder as the wind runs through me, "You know I can't." My teeth chatter.
He then takes it from me. "You hate me that much?" He points out.
What can I tell him, I don't hate you I'm just afraid that you might ruin me. I'm fearful that I might become obsessed with your poison, infatuated by your captivating presence, swallowed up by your porcelain cracks.
He then takes the jacket from me and throws it aside. "I don't want it either." He then slides on his helmet that covers his face and rides off almost knocking Andrew down.
"Fucking prick," Andrew mutters under his breath.
He turns to me, "Sorry for cursing… it's just that I can't stand him anymore." I stare at Andrew's wary facial expression for a while and then at the jacket. I walk over to pick it up, and I can't help but dust the dirt off of the jacket, I stare at it for a moment and it looks like a woman's leather jacket. I wonder who was it before me.
All I know is that I can't bring myself to leave it here.
My mind then whirls to Andrew, I look up at him and he gives me a sullen look.
"Why didn't you go with Jace? You like him." He observes dully.
I let out a rugged sigh… I wasn't aware that it was this evident. I notice that Andrew is more candid than usual. Or maybe this is just how he is and I merely broke the surface.
"I can't allow myself to get involved with Jace." I clarify.
Andrew nods and walks over to his car on the other side of the street, he looks back at me, "Are you coming?" He queries. I nod, of course …, it's not like I have any other option.
I swallow the lump in my throat and pause to look down at the jacket.
I ponder on the fact that what if it is already too late for me? I glare down at the heavy jacket in my hands. What if I have already consumed the poison?