Just There

Jackson. I miss you.

Sasha looked out her apartment window. Blue hue. Morning grey. She remembered that morning she slept on his chest. Hairy. Muscular. Warm. Heartbeat. She felt small in his arms. Safe.

They had gone to see Katherine. End days of Moorfield. The Black Star was left to decay. Nadia and Katherine went to Paris. Good for them.

Jackson and Sasha stayed behind. By choice. Moved to different cities. A stream of conversation turning to a dribble.

“I need you to trust me Sasha… I am dangerous with a target on my head…” Jackson said. Tired eyes.

“If there’s a fucking target on your head, then take my head too!” Sasha cried.

“I won’t lose you! It would kill me!” Jackson shouted.

Asshole… It would kill me too.

But Sasha trusted Jackson. Moved to another city. Continuing work as an escort. The only thing she had power in. But she had very little power in anything else.

Jackson had encouraged her to explore. Experiment. Enjoy. Her body and others. She could do anything because Jackson was there. Just there.