Haunted
He stands in the car park outside the courthouse, waiting silently next to his car. Hands sweaty, and keys sticking to his palms as he tries to twirl them with his fingertips. He can only hope that Kate chooses to turn left as she exits the courthouse, and then maybe she'll walk right by him, and he'll have another chance.
He keeps his eyes focused on the entrance. Fixated. He doesn't dare look behind him, he can't, because maybe if he doesn't it will go away. The tall, ghost-like being, - something like an aura - wearing a dark suit and contrasting white tennis shoes.
It appears suddenly. Regularly. A presence he cannot shake, all the drugs he takes and all the alcohol he washes the tiny pills down with still won't make it go away. It traps him between his jeep and the cement walls and he finally turns slowly, heart pounding much faster than it should.
"Jack?"
And then he hears Kate, and his eyes are pulled from familiarity and regret as he sinks in to the frightening and unknown future she holds. Jack knows he loves Kate. And he wants her. And on some levels he knows she loves him back. But he can't have her.
She refuses to see him if he doesn't meet Aaron, build a relationship and raise him as his own son. But he won't. Or he can't. And she has to accept that.
So he watches her leave - even opens the taxi door for her and smiles as she waves goodbye.
But beneath the smile, all he can hear is his fathers voice in his head. Fading in and out, he anticipates the words even before they are spoken.
"Your a failure, Jack."
A failure, standing dumbly, watching the women he loves disappear in the distance.
She had loved him. Once.
But that was gone now.
Because he refused to move on.
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