To
Imogen Howe
the charade had grown tiring. Her British accent had faded and now she even tried to pronounce some words with hard a like aunt or pants. Jack hated this, it was something similar to having a friend call their parents on a sleep over. A betrayal.
At first they were close almost inseparable but now he could feel a wall coming between them slowly that she was building brick by brick.
Even a question of would she like some fries she would say no, just my burger like usual. Even though a few miles before she only ate fries.
Jack was confused, the smell of the sea pulling him back to another life. With Jill and Jackie. Despite many parties and events he was better rested than now. Everything was taken care of, and in someways he missed that.
He wanted to turn to Imogen and say “You don’t get it, I had everything I owned everything here.”
But instead he just glanced at her out of the corners of his eyes.
“We have to be there soon love.” She said barely trying.
“Yes I think it’s just a bit more.” He replied in his British accent.
