"Master Jesse, the banquet's about to get started," Oliver met him on the other side of the door as soon as he stepped out of his dad's office. "I was just about to call you and Master Joel."
"Oliver, have you seen K?" He asked frantically, his eyes darting left and right all around the crowded room.
It has been a solid five seconds, and K haven't responded to Jesse'squestion.Her lips were trembling, her thoughts incoherent as her mind was fully submerged into a ringing, white noise. She was catatonic, shocked and stunned to her core.
"Are you sure?" He asked K.Jesse was pretty dubious himself that he wanted to have another party. So far, every social gathering he and K went together ended up being overly dramatic anddisastrous.
"Turn left on Ward," K instructed Jesse as he drove east of Belfast Avenue. She squinted her eyes and ducked her head a little, checking for the small junction up on the road ahead.She haven't been home for a little more than a year now, and in that such short time so much has already changed. There are more houses and establishments along Belfast, so it was a little hard trying to remember and figure out where the next street was.
"Is that...a lake?" Jesse stared out into K's bedroom window, his eyes wide at the sparkling, fully-frozen Togus Pond, in shades of white, silver, gray and blue - it looked magical, like it was straight of out a fairy tale.He stood by the window and looked at the majestic view. But behind the fascination for nature, he was actually... terrified. Like a memory was harked back by his subconsci
"That looks really yum and festive,son!" Laura gushed, complimenting Jesse's Waldorf salad.They were already setting the table for Christmas dinner. It has been quite a busy day. K and Jesse helped out with the food and decor, rambling about the kitchen, dining area and parlour room. Jesse offered help for almost about everything, and K's family really appreciated his efforts - with Laura co
They were already up in K's bedroom before the clock struck midnight.Laura, Kathleen and Mike retreated early after a tea and some nightcap by the fireplace. They had to be up early the next morning to bring down some of the horses to town for the annual Christmas parade.
"No, Jesse, you're not doing the dishes." Laura told him off upon his insistence. "Over my rotting corpse."They just finished K's sumptuous birthday dinner. Which, for the first time, wasn't just Christmas leftovers.
The airport was surprisingly empty -almost. There were just very few people waiting to board the next plane to New York, two of which were Jesse and K.A week had quickly passed, and they were already bound back to the Big Apple. Jesse loved Augusta, and wished that he and K could stay a little longer. It somehow felt likehome, like