Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.
Today’s twist: include an element of foreshadowing in the beginning of your post.
This is it. Jillian thought. There’s no way earth I will ever see this man again.
It had been almost a month since Jack waltzed – or Samba’d, rather – into Jillian’s life. She hadn’t come here looking for a man to date, but Jack Shepherd was beyond unexpected. He was amazing. If she could paint a picture of a man who was perfect for her, it was the man standing outside the glass doors of the room where she was packing. The only thing that wasn’t perfect was the timing. She had made up her mind that she didn’t have time for a relationship, and he had agreed. At least he had in the beginning.
Now that it was their last day together, Jack had become quietly distant. As the day wore on, his mood had burned with anger with her decision to cut him out of her life. His words from earlier that afternoon came to her mind.
“How can you throw this away? You know we are good together.” Eyes blazing, he stood inches from her, daring her to answer. “Is it my deployment? Do you think I won’t be faithful to you? Because I have enough faith in us. Hell, I’ll put a ring on it if that’s wh…”
Jillian put her finger up to his lips to stop him mid-sentence. With her soft, sad gaze on his lovely face, she gently reminded him of what they’d agreed on together. “Jack it’s not that, and you know it. How many times do we need to have this conversation? We’ve barely just met, we both have big changes and commitments in front of us. It’s just not the right time.”
In his eyes and in the set of his jaw, Jillian saw Jack’s demeanor chill. He took a step back and let her hand fall. He appeared every inch the soldier as his stood rigidly before her with his hands at his sides. The atmosphere between them cooled. After some time, Jack broke the silence with four words that would replay in Jillian’s mind for years to come and make her question the decision she had made.
“Have a nice life.”
She stared out the window. She could see him leaning against the far railing of the deck. His face was toward the ocean. His dear face had become so familiar to her in these past few weeks that she could almost imagine the stoic expression he wore. She wanted to reach out to him. She wanted to call him back. She didn’t want to part like this knowing they may never see each other again.
Twelve years later, Jillian found herself on board the Daedalus, a deep space carrier bound for another galaxy. She hadn’t been able to make the orientation meeting with the entire senior staff, but Rodney assured her there would be plenty of time during travel to Atlantis. Nothing could have prepared her for her first meeting with the commander of the expedition, Dr Weir and the military commander, Lieutenant Colonel John Shepherd.