19
YOU’RE NOT BROKEN
Prudence: Where are you?
Jack: Oh, shit sorry.
Jack: I forgot.
Prudence: You’re kidding me.
Jack: I’m sorry, I’m sorry!
Jack: But I think Nate is on his way, he left fifteen minutes ago.
Prudence: Dammit Jack.
Jack: But I have a good reason!
Prudence: Do you, now?
Jack: I took your advice.
Jack: And I’m at the Park with Ikram.
Jack: And Evie’s not here to chaperone.
Jack: *wink* *wink*
Prudence: Don’t mess up.
Prudence: He really cares about you.
Jack: I know and I won’t.
JACK
We’ve been sitting on a Park bench for about an hour, talking.
I didn’t forget that we were all supposed to meet at the precinct to go and pick up Nuri from the airport. I chose not to go. I told Nate that I was leaving with Evie and Ikram a little later and meeting them straight at the airport.
Which I won’t.
Because I’ve been thinking and observing a lot this past week, since Evie told me about Nate having feelings for Prue. And how Prue doesn’t see it is a fucking mystery.
Well, I can’t really talk as I was completely clueless before Evie stepped in, but it’s obvious. Now, I understand why my words broke him nine years ago. How me, freaking out and calling him a worthless manwhore, must have hurt.
I wish he told me. Maybe I would have understood. I hope I would have believed him. Is it weird to hope for something like this? That our past selves could be better than they actually were? Because right now I do. I wish I was better back then. That I understood that life was not all black or white and that, even though Nate was enjoying himself the first three years of college, he was able to actually feel something. Even if it was for my sister.
But since I cannot change the past, I need to focus on the future. Whether I’m a part of it or not.
I want Prudence to be happy and surrounded by people who care and love her. And for Nate to get his happy ending, after I fucked it up the first time.
They are endgame. I can feel it in my bones.
What may look like I’m just trying to taunt Nate as payback is more complicated than that. Maybe if I push him enough, he’ll finally come clean. And maybe they’ll last ‘till long after I’m dead.
So now, I’m trying my best to push them together. Which will be harder in a couple of days when Prue will get her car back… I’ll have to figuresomething out.
