Standing out in the cold he watched through the window as Elizabeth hurried from table to table, cleaning up after a late night dinner rush. He could hear the faint sound coming from the jukebox, putting a bounce in her step as she went along.
God how he missed her. Missed listening to her babble about everything and everything, only to end with her asking how his day had gone. The way she'd sit there, listening to him. Not just to the words he was saying but to what he wasn't saying. It was almost like she could read his mind. Then she'd take his hand into hers. Give him a gentle squeeze, letting him know that no matter what she was on his side.
She turned and looked out of the window, almost as if she knew she was being watched. Stepping quickly into the shadows, he watched as she looked out into the night. Throwing a towel on one of the tables she walked to the window.
He could practically feel her pain radiating from her. Pain that he'd given her.
Slipping into the shadows, shoving his hands deep into his pockets he walked with no destination in mind. Snow covered the sidewalks, lights filled the store windows. Everyone was preparing for Christmas. Walking down the steps leading to the pier, he paused at the sound of a lone bell ringing into the night.
Standing under a lone street light as a poorly dressed Santa. His belt hanging low, his bead dirty at the ends. Passing by he slipped a hundred into the man's bucket, and with a nod of his head started to walk away.
"No one would choose a friendless existence on the condition of having all the other things in the world." The man mumbled into the winter night air. "So why did you?"
Stopping, Jason looked over his shoulder at the man. "Excuse me?"
"Nothing." The fake Santa shrugged his shoulders and lifted a bottle to his lips. "Just thinking out loud." A puzzled look crossed Jason's face as he turned to leave. "Have a Merry Christmas Mr. Morgan. Out of everyone I've seen tonight you deserve it the most."
This time Jason turned around all the way, his eyes narrowing on the drunken old Saint Nick. "What do you mean."
The man shrugged his red velvet shoulders, and took another swig. "Saw you mooning over that pretty brunette that works at Kelley's the last couple of nights. She sure is a sweet little thing. Always bringing me hot Chocolate to keep me warm."
Not sure he liked the way the other man was talking about Elizabeth, Jason's nostrils flared a little. Pinching the bridge of his nose he couldn't believe he was standing out in the cold. Listening to some drunk ramble on. "You don't know anything."
Santa laughed and shook his head. "I know that you're an idiot. You have all this money and power just cause you and Corinthos run this town from the shadows. But what do you really have to show for it?" Snorting the old man glared in Jason's direction. "An ex-wife you never liked. A brainless blonde who thinks she loves you cause you protected her. And the love of your life you can only watch from the shadows."
His body tensed as the man rattled of his life like it were some open book. "How do you know all of this?"
"No one pays attention to people like me." Laughing the man looked at Jason. "We see everything, know about everyone's little secrets."
"You don't know anything." His tone indicated that the discussion was over.
"I know that you'd give up anything to have the pretty little thing back in your life again." The words were low, almost carried away in the winter wind. But they shot through Jason's chest and right to his heart. "Well almost anything. Tell me one thing and I leave you alone."
He could just walk away. But something about the man made him stop. "What?"
"What does all power and money mean if you don't have people in your life to share it with?" Not waiting for Jason to answer, the man picked up his bucket and walked away. Leaving Jason alone, with the one question racing through his head.