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...He still felt the urge to comfort Whitney,
to tell her he didn’t blame her for this,
that all of this had been Jesse’s doing,
but the words just didn’t come to his lips.
But Whitney’s lips did, she was in his arms,
even now he felt helpless to her charms.

Later that night, in his small apartment,
she dressed quietly, and then slipped away,
he made no move to stop her from going,
this had been wrong, he knew she couldn’t stay,
not with a family that needed their mom,
even now, when out, everything felt wrong.

They found his body three days after that,
when the apartment began to stink up,
his wrists had been opened, he’d bled to death,
the pain of going on had been too tough.
He knew he could never live of a taste,
that things would be better if he self-erased…

WHITNEY
She cried for three days when she heard the news,
her husband Jerry did not understand,
he believed that chapter was quite over,
it annoyed him to see her mourning that man.
She saw his looks, and learned to hide her grief,
but inside her soul quailed in agony.

The whole of Alan’s release had struck her,
had brought up thoughts she’d long tried to ignore,
about how she really felt for Jerry,
about how he left her just wanting more.
Turning to him to escape her past pain…
to find her feelings for him utterly plain.

But she had been married, pregnant by then,
too late to act upon those nagging doubts,
she loved her children, so she stayed quiet,
and their lives became what she was about.
For long years she thought she would be allright,
until seeing Alan broke her whole life.

There had been no question in that diner,
she’d never stopped loving him through it all,
and to learn it all had just been a lie…
that Jesse had set her boss up for a fall…
All Whitney had felt since that day was guilt,
her normal routine took all of her will.

She hadn’t meant to go to Alan’s bed,
she hadn’t meant to depress the man so,
ruining him with more of her weakness,
why hadn’t she seen that night as a blow?
To show him what he could never more have,
her love now a curse, never more a salve.

Making things worse, as the months just trudged on,
she found herself getting sick every morn,
Jerry was happy to have one more kid,
but she was depressed until he was born,
when she looked down, and saw Alan’s blue eyes,
she felt like another piece of her died...

CONTINUES IN PART IV.
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