Sexy Bodyguard Jack
Grieved

Shingles. That momentary happiness vanished instantly when Bang Jack's phone rang in the afternoon. There's a call coming in from James. He reported that his late father's final delivery ceremony was ready and he asked me to accompany him in his final moments with his father's body. I began to fear that I would meet James after I passed that afternoon with Bang Jack. But I can't dodge. I had to go back to James, and Bang Jack himself delivered me to him.

Scared, but trying to look as relaxed as possible, I approached James. The man was still befriended by his melancholy, with sorrow that looked thick on his face. As a child, she presented a large red rose as a sign of love in Mr. Johnson's coffin. He stared at the stiff face long enough, until the chest was ready to close. In my eyes, what I saw with my eyes was a picture of hurt feelings. It should be like that, right?

Yeah, the coffin's closed. That means the next ritual is ready to be performed. James chose to cremate the body and spread the ashes in the sea. And it made me feel bad. I'm not used to the burned bodies. I've only seen that in Indian movies. So, during the process of burning the corpse, I creeped and broke out in cold sweat. But I must keep strengthening myself, for James grasped my hand tightly and did not let go of my hand in the least. He had just released my hand from her when we were on the ship, in the middle of the sea, and the ritual of spreading ashes took place.

"Good way, Pa," whispered James as he spread his father's last grips of ash. The ash was immediately washed away by the sea water and I saw James' eyes glazed over.

To be honest, though, I didn't try to calm James down because I couldn't get my mind off what James would have done to me if he knew I had been in Bang Jack's room for so long, with that guy.

The gentle touch on the arm made me come to my senses from the trap of my own mind. I looked over and looked into James's still-glazed eyes. Without words, he grabbed me into his arms, spilling sorrow on my shoulders. Her face sank for a long time, and I, I could only move my hand to return her embrace. There was nothing else I could do, and I knew I couldn't help but respond to James' embrace either.

"Tonight we stay on the ship, it's okay, right? I feel at peace, maybe.I mean.I want to assume tonight's my last night with Papa."

I just nodded. I may refuse. And I hope that means I can be free from punishment. I hope James doesn't know, or, even if he does, I hope he won't talk about me and Bang Jack being alone in the apartment.

Ah, my evil. That means I'm just as grateful to see James slumped in the pain of having just lost a father figure. No way, Rose. Can't do. That's nasty....

"Rose.." -...."

"You're really not gonna leave me, are you? You won't leave this man alone?"

Oh my God... Why does he have to ask this now? Why is it here, in front of Bang Jack? I'm sorry, Brother. I have to answer James' question.

"Rose?"

I'm nodding.

"promise, Rose. I beg?"

Again. I'm nodding. I took a deep breath and I said, "I promise. I will never leave you. I will always be here with you. I promise."

"Thank you." James smiled. Blissfully. And he kissed my lips - right in front of Bang Jack.

Bemoan. Now I'm the one who's grieving.