Chapter Six

Suze's POV

Why does Jesse have to keep messing with me? I thought it was bad when he was all over Kelly, but now that I was so close to him again, felt his soft touch on my skin, it's so, so much more painful.

After he left, I just sunk down against my door and cried. I know how pathetic it is, getting all depressed on a guy. I know how they always say, "No man is worth your tears, and the one who is won't make you cry." But that's just like that other cliché, the "If you love something, let it go," and they're both bull.

About 20 minutes later I had regained my composure, and was laying on my bed trying to read a book, when someone knocked on the door. "Come in," I called over my music, figuring it was my mom or someone. But no. There, in my doorway, for the second time that night, was Jesse. I quickly stood up and straightened my skirt, which had hiked up a bit lying down.

"Oh, Susannah," he breathed. He quickly crossed over to me. He looked at me with sad eyes and gently touched my cheek. I froze. What was going on? "Querida, I'm so sorry." Querida. Oh, how I missed that word. How I'd pined for it ever since Paul resurrected Jesse. He hadn't called me that since he was dead… what could this mean?

"Jesse?" I whispered. I knew I wouldn't be able to get my words out right, so I opted to just stay silent.

"Susannah… I'm so sorry. I remember everything now. Being a ghost, and being with you. I know I was horrible, leaving you for Kelly… and I'm so sorry. I don't know if you can forgive me, but please do. I love you," he said, and my stomach flip-flopped. I just stood there, and stared into the dark abyss that was his eyes, but I saw one thing in that usually unreadable blackness… and I think it was love. Time seemed to stand still as I gazed into his eyes. Should I forgive him? He completely screwed my over, I told myself. But he wasn't right in the head, I argued back. He had forgotten everything. But he dumped me for Kelly; if this was true love, why would he do that? But I love him… and he says that he loves me. Oh God. What was I to do?

"What about Kelly?" I asked quietly. "Why her? What about now?" He sighed, and removed his hand from my face and ran it through his hair.

"When I first… forgot everything, I was a completely different person. To be honest, I don't remember why I started going out with her. And as of now, I guess we're still going out, but that's only because as soon as I remembered I came straight here. But I'm going to break up with her as soon as possible, whether… whether or not you forgive me." I nodded slightly, and he gazed at me forlornly. "Susannah… just say the word now, and I will try again to make you the happiest woman in the world… or, if you choose not to forgive me, I will leave you alone. But I want to know which." He stared at me with wide, vulnerable eyes. I didn't know what to do. After a long moment of silence, he pulled his face away from mine, and I suddenly realized how close he had been to me, and I missed the warmth radiating from him. "Okay, Susannah. I'll leave you alone now. But remember, I'll always be here, in case you want me, and hoping that you'll want me back." He blinked his shiny eyes, and went to turn around. He was already out the door when I finally willed my body to unfreeze itself.

"Jesse!" I called. I ran down the stairs toward him, and flew out the door. "Jesse!" He turned around as he was opening the car door, and I saw him quickly brush away the tears that had trickled out of his beautiful brown eyes. Releasing all inhibitions, I leapt at him, wrapping my arms around his head and pulling his face down towards mine. Our lips met, and I suddenly felt a rush of nostalgia… I remembered how often we had kissed like this—deeply, lovingly, passionately, sensuously—before everything that had happened over the past month. I knew, just then, that everything was going to be alright. That this is where Jesse and I belonged, in each other's arms.

And it was perfection.

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