Our Happy Ending

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Summary: I'm not as strong as I seem. He knows it. Jesse has always been the one who I can trust my weakness with.

He's always cared.

So why was he so… changed?

What did I do wrong?

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A/N: Ladies and gentleman, I present you my newest story, and I only have one comment to do:

I hope you like and review it.

Love,

Nina

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It's been so great you wouldn't believe. Everything's been so unbelievable perfect, I never thought I'd be this happy.

I mean, I have the greatest boyfriend ever who's a hot doctor, I'm finishing History College, and I'm currently living with said boyfriend next to Campus.

And we've Done It lots of times.

He didn't want to at first… But I convinced him it was the great sign of trust and love beyond everything else.

Every time we're both at home we have major good times. Even watching a crappy movie with him is fun.

Yes, he is late sometimes, but he has a job, I can't expect him to be on time every time.

And oh, I've learned to cook a little bit. I cook dinner sometimes. Jesse comes in, kisses my cheek and says, 'Querida, this look wonderful', even if it doesn't.

That's what I'm doing now. Waiting for him, I mean. I made roastbeaf –his favorite- and set the table.

I checked my watch. 8 pm.

He said he'd be home by this time.

I went to the kitchen and got myself a glass of water. Drinking it slowly, I listen to all noises around me –the clock on the kitchen wall, the cars outside my window,- trying to find a key sound.

But there is none.

I went back to the living room, seated on the couch and turned the radio on. A new P!nk song is on. I don't know its name.

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh

I put the glass on the table in front of me.

I got my cell and dialed Jesse's number.

"Hello, you've reached Hector De Silva, pl-"

He turned his cell phone off. Why would he do that?

I called the hospital where he works then.

"Hello, Carmel Hospital, can I help you?", a feminine voice greets me.

"Hi Kalee," I said. "Is Jesse there?"

"Oh hi Suze! Actually, no, I think he's not, but let me go check!", she said.

I waited for a few minutes until she came back.

"Yeah, he's not here Suze. John said he left in about an hour and a half. So, how are thing with you?"

"Well, I'm fine. I've been just stressed out, about my finals…"

"Don't remember me. I will never forget my finals. I almost failed," she laughed.

Then I heard a door opening and said, "Hey, I gotta go, he's here! Buh-bye."

"Take care, girl," she said, and I rang out.

"Hello, Susannah," Jesse greets me from the door. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was caught up at work today."

Oh, he was at work! –no, wait. What?

"At-t wor-k?", I asked, though I already knew what his answer was gonna be.

"Yes, I was with a patient." He came closer to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Um, something smells amazing."

I just stood there, trying to think clear.

He had just lied to me.

Where was he? Did he have a… a lover?

Was he cheating on me?

I got up, hugged him trying to pretend nothing happened, and we went to the table.

"I made roastbeaf," I explained.

"It looks great Susannah."

We seated and ate in silence, Jesse tried to start a conversations a few times, but he noticed I wasn't in the mood for talking.

"Uum, it was wonderful querida," he said, hugging me from behind as I took our plates to the counter.

"Thanks," I said.

Then he went over to the bedroom, leaving me to clean up everything. Like always, but I never complained.

I was such a fool in love.

When I was done with the dishes, I went straight ahead to the bed, after changing.

"I'm so tired," I said as I lied down.

"So am I, querida. Work was exhausting today."

I bet it was.

I was angry, but deep down I was hurt. Hurt that he lied to me. Even if hi didn't have a lover after all, he still wasn't at work. So why did he say it? What was it that he couldn't tell me? It had to be something bad, otherwise he would've told me.

So as I lied there, shaking and unable to think straight, a tear fell from my eye to the pillow.

In a few minutes I was sobbing into the sheets and praying Jesse didn't heart it.

He did, actually. His hand came to my shoulder and he kissed it. "What's wrong, querida? Are you crying?"

I didn't answer. Just sobbed some more. He pulled me into his warm embrace and did, 'shhh…'

I could help but think how a person with such a comforting embrace could be such a liar.

And how could his lies hurt me so much and so deeply.

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