Destiny's Choice

Jason awoke in a cold sweat. He thought he heard Alana scream. There was a flash from outside, and suddenly Jason realized it was raining. Sasha was still curled in a ball on top of his chest, silently sleeping. Jason gently lifted her up and placed her on his pillow, careful not to awaken her. He finally knew what his next move would be. He had gained something from confronting his other side. What he had gained was the ability to let go. The ability to release everything and devote himself completely to his goal. He rolled out of bed and headed to the roof of Thallow Flats to lie in the rain.

When he reached the roof he saw Alana standing there in the rain, alone and staring into the distance. She was glistening wet from the rain, which by now, was only a slight drizzle. Her dark, beautiful hair cascading down her sumptuous shoulders and delicate back. Jason walked over behind her and put his arms around her waist pulling her close to him. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his lips brushing against her ear. She smelled like a rose sprinkled with the morning’s dew.

“I love you Alana.” Jason whispered in her ear.

Before she could respond, there was a rumble from the earth. Suddenly the ground of the vacant lot erupted in a massive explosion. Alana screamed as they were pushed back by the force and heat of the explosion as Jason tried to do his best to shelter her from the blast. Where the lot had once been, only a giant crater remained. The land had been scarred by a mysterious explosion from beneath the ground. This no longer held any meaning for him. Alana had begun to cry, so Jason pulled her close and held her until she had let it all out. As the sun rose above the horizon, Jason realized that the only thing left to him was Sasha and his love for Alana, and he would do anything to protect them.

The End of Jason Tress

Blood was dripping down Jason's arm. The pain from the bullet-wound was unbearable. His shirt was soaked in blood. "How could this have happened?" Jason thought.

"You don't deserve to be here," the other man said. "You've had your chance and you failed miserably. It's my turn now. I would tell you to kiss Alana good-bye, but it's my turn now. You'll never see her again."

"Why...Why did you come back?" Jason said as he tried to get off the floor of his apartment. He was afraid. He didn't want this reminder of what he used to be like near him. "I thought I had gotten rid of you 12 years ago."

"I gave you your space and sat back watching you make mistake after mistake. It's taken you 12 years to find someone and now that you have, I'm taking over. You are not capable of getting anywhere with your life, let alone women. Alana will like me better. I'm just like any other guy, strong and fun, not some emotional sap who realizes too little too late he had a shot, but blew it because he had no balls."

At this point Jason struggled to his feet and walked towards the man in the other room. As he walked, he reached inside his jacket and removed his own gun. They stood there facing each other with guns leveled, both willing to kill the other at the slightest movement.

"I won't let you have her," Jason said through gritted teeth. "I've finally found someone with whom I can be completely open and honest. It doesn't matter whether she likes me or not. Her friendship is all that I need."

"You fool as if you have a choice in this," the man said laughing. It scared Jason. It reminded him of what he used to be like. "The point of a guy's life is not to fall in love or to find friendship, it's to get with as many women as possible. It's about having fun. You failed miserably in those areas, but that's where I come in. I'll do what you couldn't. You aren't capable of making the first move with anyone. You can't ask a girl out, and throughout your entire life, you've only been with one girl. Now, it's time you get out of my way."

There was a sound like thunder.

Jason's View (Not a Part of Blog)

Love is a word used to describe feelings of affection which are so strong we are unable to give them any other title. In some cases, placing a word on these emotions could never come close to describing their true depth and meaning. A point where your feelings are so great that you would be willing to do anything for them. You would live and die for them. You want to be close and hold them in your arms and never let go. All the time you spend away from each other only makes you want to be together more. You can tell them anything and expose yourself completely. Not caring what they might think, but just wanting to tell them the truth. You don’t expect anything in return. In fact you no longer have a need to show physical affection for each other because it can no longer show the extent for which you care for each other. You don’t love them for their appearance; you love them for their real personality. Something they only show to their closest friends and those they have feelings for. If you really love someone, don’t hold anything back. If you hold back your emotions, you will eventually regret it because sometimes you only have one chance to say how you really feel.

The Beauty of Love

The wind was whipping past Jason, lashing his skin wherever it was exposed, but he didn’t care. He was too full of thoughts and emotions, too full of love for Alana. He had finally found someone he could completely trust and love and hoped could love him - even with all his imperfections. He wanted to go to her, to hold her, and to be close. He would do anything for her. He turned into the garage and ran through the lobby, bypassing the elevator, so as to reach 315 as quickly as possible. When he reached her floor, Jason saw Alana just opening her door to go inside. He called to her, and she stopped

Jason ran up to Alana and held her in a long, passionate embrace, not wanting to break away. At first she looked unsure of what to do and a little shocked, but eventually hugged Jason back. He was glad that at least up to this point their feelings were mutual, but he wondered how far he dared go. He pulled away to look into her beautiful brown eyes. His heart was racing at what he was about to do. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

“Can I come in? I need to talk,” Jason whispered into her ear.

“Sure,” replied Alana.

Jason followed Alana into her apartment. Once inside, Jason fell down on her couch with Alana sitting next to him. Jason put his head into his hands and began to tell her everything. His feelings for her, what had happened to him in the past, and what he feared might never happen again. “Why am I doing this? Why did I want to tell her everything? Won’t I just get hurt again?” All of these thoughts and more were passing through his mind during this time. Jason didn’t really know why he felt he should do this, but he hoped she felt the same way he did. There was just something about her that was different from all the others. Something about her that made him love her so much.

After he finished his story, they were both quiet just looking at each other. They were close, almost touching. Jason wanted to kiss her, but was afraid she wouldn’t want to. Never mind the fact that he had never been able to make the first move. Then it happened. She slowly leaned over and they kissed for a long moment, but then she pulled away. Jason’s heart was racing, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to kiss her back. He wanted to hold her in his arms, but he could only sit there and look into at her deep eyes and eloquent lips. After several minutes, his heart and mind racing, not knowing what to do or how to feel, he finally decided to do it. He leaned over and kissed her lips long and passionately, enjoying her smell and taste. They kissed for several minutes and gently brushed against each other’s noses like two affectionate young puppies meeting for the first time.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, which Jason could only have hoped for, they pulled away. Jason and Alana spent the rest of the night together in her apartment where they ate and talked about life and their past experiences. Jason was happy that for once he could finally open himself and not have to worry about being betrayed.

Alana

Jason entered the garden after hearing a loud scream come from that direction. He stood there looking at her as she gazed up from the ground of the community garden. Sasha pulled away from him and ran around sniffing and licking her hand. He stood there now with Alana right in front of him; the moment he had been waiting for, but he couldn’t say anything. He was too afraid of failure. Seconds seemed to stretch into eternity as he gazed into her beautiful, mysterious eyes and then that sensuous smile of hers brightened her face. “It is now or never,” Jason thought.

“Hi, Alana,” Jason finally said

“Hi,” she replied in her heavily accented English. “You seem to know my name, but what is yours?”

“My name…my name is Jason. Would you like some help up?”

“Yes, please.” Alana said.

The rest of the conversation was a blur to him as they walked through the garden talking and enjoying each others company. Jason hadn’t felt this happy in years. He was finally able to really talk with someone, sharing with them his real feelings.

Jason and Alana proceeded to leave the garden and head back to Thallow Flats. Once back, Jason took Alana to her room which she said was 315. Jason was a little surprised to hear this and told her he lived in 215, the room right below hers. Just before he left, Jason felt compelled to show his feelings for Alana.

He leaned down and gently kissed Alana’s forehead, then turned and left before she could say or do anything.

Now he didn’t know what to do. He decided he would go for another of those mind-clearing rides. As he proceeded to the garage, he waved to Pokey, who as usual was enthralled in the music to which he always listened. When Jason originally bought it, they had reached an agreement where only Jason would drive it. He would just go in and out to get it. Pokey had seemed a little irritated with the arrangement at the time, but seemed okay with it now. As Jason revved up the engine and proceeded to exit, he decided to stop by Pokey’s office. He knocked on the door and was greeted by Pokey’s smiling face and the ever present headphones. Jason smiled and asked Pokey for a cup of hot chocolate. After Pokey returned with the hot drink, he made some comment about it being too cold to ride a motorcycle, but Jason was thinking about everything that had happened. Jason tipped Pokey a five, drained the cup, and sped off down Main Street, his mind blazing.