A sequel to For Once.
Jenny is relived she took a chance and told Kort the truth.
A pre-het story.
Written: February 2010. Word count: 300.
"Au revoir, chérie," he says, his voice slightly husky. "Until tonight." Then he's gone, but she doesn't mind, because she's smiling. For the first time since Ducky told her she was dying, she's genuinely smiling.
She puts the receiver down, turns her chair and looks out of the window. The sky is blue; the perfect blue broken only by a few small, fluffy white clouds, which is seen so rarely. She sees it as a good sign; evidence that she did do the right thing.
And she knows she did. He'd listened to her as she'd told him she was dying, that she had very little time left. He'd listened, and when she'd finally ceased to talk, he'd told her simply that there are no guarantees in life, no one knows what will happen tomorrow, and it was the duty of every person to take a chance of happiness when they could.
She'd smiled at his use of the word 'duty', and as she watches the clouds move across the sky, she smiles again. Duty had almost stopped her from calling him, duty had almost stopped her from taking a chance at happiness, and yet he'd told her she had a duty to be happy.
She'd agreed to have dinner with him that night and nothing would stop her. In fact now nothing is going to stop her from doing what she wants to do; from taking a chance at happiness. If he does nothing else, if being attracted to him, of wanting to be in his arms, of wanting to feel his lips on hers, of needing to feel his body against her, means anything more, it has shown her how to be happy again.
Finally, she turns away from the sky; work calls. "Until tonight," she echoes softly.
The Only Person is the sequel to this story.
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