Thinking of you

OKAY this is going to be reeaaaallly long but please make sure you go through all of it XD thanks! For 's contest!

Lyrics:
Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed

You said move on, where do I go?
I guess second best is all I will know

'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you
(Thinking of you, thinking of you)
Thinking of you, what you would do
If you were the one who was spending the night
(Spending the night, spending the night)
Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes

Oh, won't you walk through?
And bust in the door and take me away?
Oh, no more mistakes
'Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay, stay


Notes about the picture:
You can't really see but she does have tears running down her cheeks. Also the guy in the pictures is NOT the guy in the bed. I did the lighting on photoshop, I tried to make it look like sunlight was coming out of the window, but I don't know if it worked good. You can't really see the pictures clearly because they are so small, so I uploaded them all
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Okay now for the story which, I'm warning you, is extremely long. I could write a whole book on these two though and I actually think I will XD so enjoy!

Célina Delacour and Jacque Lefebvre had the great fortune to walk into each other in the doorway of Café de la Rouge. Célina promptly stood up, now drenched in her just purchased caramel latté, seething. She opened her mouth prepared to tell off the culprit, but when she saw the man standing in front of her, her jaw slackened, all thoughts of yelling drained from her mind. Jacque started apologizing almost immediately, after a couple seconds of gawking at Célina’s beauty. She, of course, forgave him and assured him the stains would come out of her designer outfit. They wouldn’t. After a couple minutes apologizing and admiring, the two parted ways thinking they’d never see each other again. When they collided again the very next day, they it was fate. Spilt coffee became somewhat of a conversation topic of theirs. Not willing to let her slip from his fingers again, Jacque asked her to dinner the following night with the hopes he would at least be turned down gracefully. She accepted. With dinner came the prospect of another date and then another and after a couple months together, both knew this was much more than just a fling.
Together for a year now, they knew everything about each other. Well… almost everything. There was one thing Jacque was keeping Célina from knowing. See, she was under the impression that Jacque was a lawyer. That’s what he had told her; just a plain old lawyer. And she’d believed him; she had no reason not to. Heck, she’d even been to his office! In reality, Jacque was a special agent in the CIA and whenever he told Célina he was “at a case in LA,” he was really hanging off the edge of a helicopter thousands of feet in the air, trying to take out a Spanish sniper who was demanding information out of him. The problem was the people he worked for at the CIA frowned upon their agents having outside connections. In fact, they forbade it. So, Jacque did his best to keep his two worlds separate.
Soon, he knew Célina was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and when he proposed he almost didn’t hear her “yes” through her tears. He knew it was too good to be true to think the CIA wouldn’t hear of this, and he knew he was being selfish thinking he could keep both lives. When his boss found out and told him it needed to end, he knew what he had to do. The CIA would stage his death and make sure he was thought to have left the earth forever, but he had two months until that would happen. He spent those two months showing Célina he loved her in every way possible. They had picnics, romantic dinners, strolls around Paris, went to the Louvre, and spent some days just laying in bed enjoying each other’s company. Célina, blissfully ignorant, couldn’t be happier being showered with attention by the man she loved more than anything in the world. Two days before the scheduled date of departure on Jacque’s “business trip,” he took Célina to the park with something on his mind he had to tell her. Knowing in a couple days time he would be looking at her ravishing beauty was killing him. As they laid in the grass together he took in her every detail: the indent in the small of her back where his hands fit perfectly as they danced in the moonlight, the elegant curve of her neck, her silky raven hair, her natural smell of strawberries and honeysuckle that was like a drug to him, her soft pale lips, the ones that always left him hungry for more, the pools of greenish-blue eyes he often found himself lost in. As a whole she was intoxicating to him. Realizing this, he knew he couldn’t put this off any longer. He sat up, pulling her up with him, a serious look in his eyes. Confused, Célina asked if anything was wrong. Shaking his head began to tell her what was on his mind, how, if anything was to happen to him, he wanted her to move on. She began to object, telling him not to talk like that, but he put a finger to her mouth and whispered “Promise me,” he said, “if anything should happen to me you’ll move on. You won’t throw your life away for me. Promise me.” Unnerved from this whole conversation, she whispered back “I promise.” What did this mean? What brought this on? She tried to push the feelings aside, but the thought of living without him was unbearable and it was all she could think about the rest of their date. The next two days flew by in a whirlwind and soon they were standing at Gate 9 preparing to say goodbye for what Célina didn’t know would be the last time. Jacque pulled her close, holding her until the final call for passengers, trying to burn her every little detail into his memory forever. He wanted to capture her like a spider caught in a drop of amber, so that leaving her wouldn’t kill him. It wasn’t until the sweet-looking flight attendant tapped him on the shoulder and told him he was the last to board that he reluctantly pulled away. For some reason, Célina really didn’t want him to leave. Unlike when he usually went on trips for business, she had a foreboding feeling in the pit of her stomach, his words of the previous day still pounding her brain. “Wait!” she called out and he immediately stopped and turned to face her. She ran up to him and gave him long, lingering kiss. One that put all the others to shame. Smiling sadly he said nothing, but turned and boarded what he knew would be the longest flight of his life. Célina ran to the window to watch his flight depart, unaware that Jacque was watching her the whole time the plane rose into the air, until she was a mere speck in his vision.
A couple days later, Célina was notified of Jacque’s “death.” She had never cried more in her entire life. She spent the next 6 months locked in her room. Their room. Her friends slowly coaxed her out of her house, tried to get her to liven up, to release her from her living nightmare. And eventually, she left the little comfort she had left in her room that still smelled of him, and joined her friends for coffee once a week. Not because she had moved on, only to get them to leave her alone for the other 6 days of the week she would spend in bed. Her sleep was filled with one of the last conversations she’d ever had with him. “Promise me,” he’d whispered. “Move on. Promise me.” His words tormented her. He’d wanted her to be happy. Valued her happiness over his own, and here she was, doing exactly what he made her promise not to: wasting her life. That is why she went up to Benoît that day at the café. That’s why he was sleeping in their bed right now. She loathed Benoît. He had done nothing wrong. He was kind and loving and didn’t have a mean bone in his body…but he wasn’t Jacque, and that made Célina hate him more than she thought possible. There was only one person she hated more and that was herself. She couldn’t believe she was doing this to Jacque. The guilt was eating her alive. The only thing that got her through to the end of each day was the thought that this was what he’d wanted. This was the only thing he’d ever asked of her.
Today Jacque sits in headquarters somewhere in the Alps longing for the day he will see his fair Célina’s face once again. He knows he will return to her one day. One day he’ll finally break and resign from the CIA and run to her. But whether she’ll take him back he’s doubtful of. What he did was unforgivable. He wouldn’t be surprised if she refused to see him ever again, but as of right now she was safe, and he made sure of that. He’d kept tabs on her over the months. He made sure that whenever she needed money, she’d “find” or “win” it. He may never be able to touch her again, but he was sure as hell going to make sure she was well taken care of.