Free Color Me Blind (A Divine Love Story Book 1) by Melinda Michelle Page A

was forming in her heart for Jeremy must be it.
    B lake was trying to have a heart-to-heart with himself and get rid of the disdain he felt for someone he loved so much.  It was true their friendship had been challenged by life and life was winning.  So he had to decide if he wanted to continue letting life win or did he want to fight for his friendship. 
    Could he actually live his life happily without Jasmine in it?  As mad as he was , if he was honest with himself and left pride out of the equation then the answer was emphatically no.  Why would he want to?
    When they arrived there were protesters out on the lawn of the clinic, chanting and waving their pro-life signs.  As Blake came around the car , his instincts outweighed his ire.  He possessively hooked an arm around Jasmine to shield her from the angry mob and took her bag in his other hand.  She gratefully hid her face in his chest. 
    The tears wanted to fall again because of the additional guilt brought on by the strangers yelling and judging her, but she refused.  Her tears hadn’t helped her all this time.  They wouldn’t do her any good now.  She was determined to stop being so weak and own up to the decisions that she made.  After all, she couldn’t spend the rest of her life in a perpetual state of crying.  She knew it would be easier said than done though.
    Blake opened the door to the clinic and guided Jasmine to the reception counter.  The atmosphere was morose and lifeless.  The décor of pristine white and a drab gray he assumed was meant to keep patients detached and focused on what they were there to do.  The pretty, petite receptionist asked what time was her appointment. 
    S ince Jasmine stood there like a deaf mute, Blake said, “9 A.M.” 
    She asked Jasmine, her name and date of birth.  Again Jasmine didn’t respond, so Blake answered.  The receptionist became suspicious as to whether Jasmine was being forced to do something she didn’t want to do, if she only knew. 
    With a hint of an attitude she said, “Sir , I need to hear from her .  Ma’am are you sure you want to do this?”
    Jas mine felt Blake’s body go rigid.  She knew him and his temper.  That caused her to snap out of her daze.
    “I’m sorry miss , this is just very hard.  It took me a minute to find my voice.” 
    “Are you here because you want to be?” 
    The receptionist suspiciously eyed Blake.  Jasmine felt his hand tighten on hers before he let it go and walked off to have a seat. 
    “Yeah, I am.  It’s him who doesn’t want to be here.” 
    The receptionist relaxed a little and continued with the registration process.  After they were done Jasmine joined him as she waited for her name to be called.
    Jasmine wanted Blake to hold her hand through the process, but she knew he couldn’t.  The clinic would provide someone to be with her every step of the way until she could be reunited with Blake.  Jasmine had never let go of his hand from the moment she sat down.  He could feel hers tremble in his. 
    He squeezed hers.
    “Jaz, you don’t have to do this.  I’m begging you , please don’t do this?  What about adoption?” 
    She tried to pull her hand out of his , but he held on. 
    She forced herself to look him in the eye . 
    W ith tears streaming down her face she said, “Blake, this is what’s best for me.  I do not expect you to understand and I do not expect you to agree.  Even if you think I’m selfish or you think I’m weak, love me enough to allow me to be flawed.  I’m so sorry I hurt you, but look at it this way. After today you will never have to look at me again or be reminded of how disappointed you are in me.” 
    His throat burned with the emotions that shot through him.  As hard as it was for her to go through with this, he knew her well enough to know that th e regret would be so much worse.  He was trying to save her from a point of no return.  Before he could respond they called her name. He