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

looked at their joined hands and this time he let go.
    Jasmine didn’t know if that was his dismissal of her or his acceptance of her choice.  As she walked toward the nurse she felt as though she was walking her last mile , but in her mind she had done the mental pro and con list.  The cons won.  Her heart couldn’t be trusted to make this decision, so she used her mind. She used logic.  She only hoped her heart could live with the decision her mind made.
    As Jasmine left to exercise her right to choose , Blake sat in the waiting area in limbo.  He loved Jasmine more than he had ever loved anybody.  However knowing she was capable of something he felt was so wrong made him question that love.  He asked himself if he didn’t agree with someone should it make him stop loving them.  He had to decide if this moment was a deal breaker for their friendship? 
    What did it say about him if he didn’t think her worthy of him because she made a choice?  He knew he could never agree with her decision.  Sure he could understand it , but he couldn’t agree with it. He was also concerned if it would change who she was?  Would it change who she was to him? 
    He didn’t want to lose his friend now that he had just got her back.  He didn’t want this to be hanging over their heads forever.  Would it be the pink elephant in the room that they weren’t allowed to talk about?  Would the wedge he already felt between them widen?               
    Maybe they would be forever bonded with a secret they would take to their graves or maybe they would forever be divided in their morals. He wondered if it was her morals that changed or was it just one isolated act of desperation.
    Blake wasn’t a religious man.  H e was by no means a praying one.  He’d watch his father get up and go to church every Sunday without fail.  He’d also watched his dad get drunk every weekend and be the most insufferable man he had ever known Monday through Saturday.  So he didn’t have much use for church, but was church synonymous with God? 
    He believed in God, that is he believed in something bigger, something higher than himself , but that was just because it was too depressing not to.  Still he found himself at a crossroads in his life and very unsure of what he should do.  He reached for what he learned as a little boy in Sunday school. He prayed.
    “Dear God, I know it’s been a long time and I honestly don’t even know if you’re there.  If you’re there I don’t know if you’d listen to me.  I mean I can’t possibly be your favorite creation, but to be perfectly honest I don’t really have much of a choice right now.  I’m terrified for Jasmine.  So if you’re there, and if you’re real, fix this.  Fix Jasmine. She is going to need it.  I think I will be okay as long as she is okay.  Somehow make it alright.  If you can find it in your heart to do that for her then I will find it in my heart to forgive her and I won’t leave her side.  I’ll be a better friend. I promise, if you would just do this one thing for me.  Amen.”
    He was sur e the procedure was done by now.  He knew she had to be in recovery, but he used the time to sort through his feelings about the situation.  An hour later Jasmine walked through the double doors.  Her face was stoic again.  Even though her eyes were red they were dry.  He stood up as she approached him, but before he could speak, she shook her head. 
    “Can we please just leave?” 
    He would respect her wishes for silence.  He took her bag in one hand and her hand in the other.  They walked out.
    When they arrived at her apartment Jasmine had the door open before he could put the car in park.  Once he turned off the ignition he got out to just stare at her. 
    “Look Blake, thanks for doing this , but you took me and brought me back so you’re free to go now.” 
    He ignored her, got her bag out of the car and took her house keys out of her hand.