Is This The Last Goodbye
Ronnie smiled warmly as she handed the keys of her beloved motorbike over to the man. He grinned widely, jangling the keys in his hands.
"All yours," she stated, the smile fixed to her face.
The man nodded. "Thanks." He lifted the helmet and gently brought it down over his head before swinging his right leg over the bike and starting it up. A nod of the head and a moment later, he was roaring through Albert Square on the back of what used to be Ronnie's motorcycle.
"Didn't you just buy that?" A voice called out, a finger pointing to where the bike had stood moments before.
Ronnie whipped around, facing the man the voice belonged to. Her smile slipped momentarily before the Ice Queen mask was back in full force. "Yes," she stated simply before turning around once again, ready to get back into her flat.
Jack reached out a hand and caught her by the arm. Ronnie looked down at the contact; immediately angered and somewhat confused. "Let go of me, Jack."
"Come on, Ron – don't be like that."
"Like what?" Ronnie challenged, narrowing her eyes. Jack just sighed, looking at her imploringly. "What do you want me to say, Jack?"
"Nothing, I just . . . I want things to go back to normal."
"You're leaving for France in a couple of weeks – us being normal around each other should hardly matter to you, should it?" She asked pointedly; the memory of their last confrontation burned in her heart.
It shouldn't matter. I've moved in with Tanya, I've taken on the kids, we're moving to France for a fresh start. Jack thought to himself. What Ronnie does or how she is shouldn't matter to me.
But it does.
Ronnie's eyes lingered on his face for a moment, knowing that he wanted to say something in response to what she had said, but . . . he didn't.
He never does. She thought sadly. Ronnie dropped her head a little, suddenly aware of the fact that Jack still had a hold of her arm. "Please, Ronnie," she heard him mumble and for a fraction of a second, she nearly crumbled. She nearly gave in to him. Gave in to what he wanted.
But she didn't.
"You should get back to Tanya," Ronnie replied, her voice low and soft with nothing but defeat clouding it. The two former lovers looked at each other for a moment, their eyes magnetised, drawn together by forces beyond their control.
But then Ronnie looked away, breaking both the physical and emotional contact. "Ronnie!" Jack called after her as she hurriedly slipped back into her flat and out of his reach.
Jack sighed, his heart as heavy as lead, as he too turned and walked away from Ronnie.