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Summary: After a disastrous event, Johnny Zarcharra wishes he had never existed feeling that he is responsible for it. And his guardian angel, Castiel, decides to show him what life would have been like for those around him if he truly hadn't been born.

Pairings: Gejo, Liason

Inspiration: "What a Wonderful Life" movie is the inspiration.

What A Wonderful Life, Port Charles

By ThroughtheMirrorDarkly

Part 1 of 2

In a white, ethereal plane of existence there were beings, known as angels, that watched dutifully over the fragile, but precious human lives below. Today an angel by the name of Castiel watched over a fellow named Johnny Zacharra. "I do not understand," Castiel commented, a bemused feeling coming off his incorporeal form. Angels did not wear vessels of flesh on this plane of existence, and were instead figures of light that if seen in their true form would burn the sight of the eyes of everyone, save for those of pure of heart like the good Father above. "This human does not seem in need of aid. He seems to have a charmed life, even if he is morally ambiguous with his choices."

His superior, Sarafina, took his doubts in stride. "His life will take a sour turn, and the happiness that is so precious will be tested by doubt. If he falters, it will not only be his life that falls into despair."

"What am I to do?" Castiel questioned.

"Show him that faith is stronger than the doubt that tests it. Show him that his life does matter, and though he despairs that he blackens all that he touches, that he brings more light into the world than he knows."

The scent of expensive champagne and food perfumed the air of the Metro Court and the red and white balloons rolled around the ceiling aimlessly as the people below chatted amicably. Johnny Zarcharra rolled his shoulders, to ease the tension that always seemed to linger there when he was in a large social gathering. More often than not in Port Charles, big social events turned sour fast. Even more so when people connected to the mob, like himself, were in attendance.

But he could hardly skip his own engagement party, now could he?

It was for Georgie that he put himself through it. He would do anything to make her happy, and see her smile. He watched his fiancé with her dark golden hair pulled back into a bun on the back of her head, a loose strand that begged to be tucked behind her ear, and the deep emerald green velvet dress that hugged her every curve. It moved like liquid with each step she took, and she was so graceful. He could watch her for hours, and he found a smile tug on his lips. He imagined he looked like a love sick puppy, but he didn't give a damn. He would look like a love struck fool for Georgie Jones for the rest of his life, if he could.

"How are you doing?" Elizabeth Webber Morgan asked, holding out a flute of ginger ale masquerading as champagne. It was something that Jason and Johnny agreed to keep up appearances, but they wouldn't actually drink alcohol out in public. It was precedence to keep sharp in case of danger, and one that the guards followed to.

"Alright, though if Maxie's glares get anymore fierce than I might be a pile of ash by the end of this," Johnny commented, taking the glass. He took a delicate sip of it after raise the glass slightly to Maxie which made her flush with fury, and turn away with a huff. "You'd think after everything she has done, she would realize that she doesn't have the right to dictate how Georgie lives her life."

Elizabeth chuckled, lightly. "Maxie means well…I think. Don't let her or anyone else take away your happiness tonight," the former nurse said, with a half-hearted smile. "You and Georgie deserve this after everything you have been through."

"You really think so?" Johnny asked, with an eyebrow arched.

"I know so," Elizabeth said, patting him on the shoulder gently. Her blue eyes found her husband, Jason Morgan, standing on the other side of the room. He was talking quietly to Spinelli who was here with Leyla—a couple that no one saw coming. Pure love and adoration shined in her eyes, making her look like she was sparkling and glowing. Some may try to say it was pregnancy that caused Elizabeth to look so radiant, but Johnny knew that it was Jason that brought out that spark in Elizabeth. Pregnancy just was a result of said spark. "Oh, there is Mac heading this way. I'm going to head him off, and talk about the Lucky's trial. In the meantime, go make your way to Georgie's side. You know she is the only one that can hold Mac's leash."

"Duly noted," Johnny smirked, slightly. He watched Elizabeth straighten her shoulder and marched towards Mac with all the dignity of a queen. Elizabeth had become a good friend, and more of a sister to him than Claudia ever had been. He hated that Lucky still had a foothold in Jason and Elizabeth's lives—not on Elizabeth's heart though, she had firmly kicked the man out long ago. Lucky had tried to kidnap Cameron and Jake when it was clear that Elizabeth wasn't coming back to him, and though it had been nearly a year and half, the trial kept being put off because Luke had pulled strings. It hadn't helped that Sam McCall used her tv show to play on the public's sympathy in Lucky's favor to get a cheap shot in at Elizabeth and Jason. Diane was doing all she could, even contacting a friend Dr. Jason Bull, to hopefully swing the pendulum back in their favor. Shaking such troubles from his mind, because Jason told him that he wasn't his right hand man tonight—that he was just supposed to be Johnny.

He made his way of to his fiancée, passing by Sonny and Claudia. He didn't know why the two stayed together, except perhaps they were masochists. It was strange how the self-destructive pair managed a balanced relationship. "Even wicked people have someone they care for, baby brother," his sister had told him on the eve of her wedding. "And I care more than you know."

A shudder rushed down his spine, because he prayed he never saw a day when Claudia didn't care anymore.

Johnny knew the moment that Georgie spotted him, a flush appeared on her cheeks and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights beamed on her face. She whispered something to Bobbie, and Maxie before she broke away from the group. She met him in the middle of the room, and his arms automatically wrapped around her, pulling her to him. Their bodies fitted together like two pieces of puzzles, her head fitting right underneath his chin and he could never imagine a world without her in it.

They stood there for several moments, the world seemed like a distant thing. Sadly, they couldn't stay wrapped up in each other forever. At least, not here and not right now. Georgie pulled back, just enough to be able to tilt her head back and look up at his face. "I love you," Georgie told him, her eyes shining with her deep and abiding love for him.

Johnny returned her gaze, his expression in his dark eyes echoed the ones in hers. "And I you," he whispered, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. "Did you imagine that we would be here? After everything?"

Georgie grinned, a small chuckle. "If you asked me a few years ago, then I would probably have called you crazy," she said, honestly. It had been a rocky start for the two of them. A reluctant attraction on her part, and his shameless flirting with her on his, during her shifts at Kelly's. They would have gotten together sooner, if it hadn't been for Lulu Spencer's desperate need for a "bad boy" in her life and to be smack dab center in self-made drama—thank God, she grew out of that phase. Lulu had been like a dog with a bone, not caring that Georgie and Johnny were on the verge of something. She lied and made it look like Johnny was with her, but the thing about lies was that the truth came out over time.

Afterward, Johnny and Georgie had started something. Cautiously in the beginning, but cautious soon worn away when it seemed like gravity kept pulling them closer and closer together. There were so many worries, in the beginning. Lulu acted like a spurn lover—so vituperative and bitter—and made trouble for the young couple. Johnny's father, the woman hating psycho, and whom had a mad hate for Georgie for "corrupting and stealing" his boy. Claudia was passive aggressive, and had shoved women that she thought were more suited at Johnny all the time. Still did on occasion, but now after Johnny made it clear that Georgie was it for him, it seemed more like a formality than something with actual intent.

Their saving grace had been Jason and Elizabeth. Jason had taken over the organization, after Sonny wanted out. Jason had made it clear that once Sonny was out, he was out. There was no going back. At first, everything worked out fine. Sonny was off with Kate, and his new idyllic life while Elizabeth and Jason circled wagons to reevaluate their lives to make it work. With Sam and Lucky amongst so many others stirring up troubles, it had been hard on the other fledging couple. It was when Johnny approached Jason, in order to escape his father's organization, that they were able to find a way to secure their lives.

Jason had seen something in Johnny, something not unlike himself, and despite all the venom Sonny spewed after he found out, he took him under his wing. Johnny became Jason's right hand man, and this effectively pushed Sonny completely out of the organization. There had always been a door in Sonny's mind, a way to get back in and take back over, reducing Jason back to the role of his right hand—more like lapdog, really, given the way Sonny treated Jason by that point. With Johnny taking over Jason's role, and Jason firmly placing himself at the head of the organization, there was no more room for Sonny there.

Sonny was wroth with rage, and managed to destroy his relationship with Kate in the matter of weeks, only to take up with Claudia. It hadn't started as anything other than sex and personal gain—Sonny now headed the Zarcharra family's business interests—but over time, when Sonny had gotten back on his medicine and his cooler mind prevails, he managed a cordial yet cold relationship with them. There had been many close calls for a mob war during those months, but it all had come through by some miracle. No small part of that miracle had been because of the other Five Families, who liked Jason a helluva lot more than Sonny.

So when things settled, Elizabeth and Jason had created a working and family relationship with Georgie and Johnny. They worked like a well-oiled machine, balanced and managed. Whenever there was trouble, the four banded together with a loyal few—Francis Corelli, Diane Miller, Milo and Max, Nadine, Nicolas, Dante. By Sonny leaving the organization, he allowed a more efficient and more powerful take its place. And not one built solely upon fear or power, but one that was at its heart built upon family and friendship and love. Johnny knew that if Jason had never given him a chance, that he likely wouldn't have been here with Georgie now.

But that didn't stop the doubts that were inside of him. The doubt that he wasn't good enough. The doubt that one day their luck would run out. Even as he stood here ready to commit to a life with the love of his life, he felt like he was condemning her in the same moment. All of that because of his doubts that he never voiced, and never gave life to escape in the dark and quiet moments when he was alone.

"You would have laughed, but I wouldn't have," Johnny told her, with a grin. "I was smitten with you the first time I saw you Georgiana Jones. Still am, and always will be."

Georgie smiled, then pressed her lips to his in a quick, chaste kiss. When he tried to deepen it, she pulled back and put a finger to his lips. "Now, now, we don't have time for that," she told him, playfully.

"I just wanted a kiss," Johnny said, biting back a smirk.

"That's what you always say, and then I give in, and next thing you know we are at the nearest available surface doing things that would make a hooker blush," Georgie told him, with dry amusement. "And as fun as that all is, there are too many people here and I am not an exhibitionist."

Johnny couldn't fight a smirk then. "What about that one time when we used the—"

Georgie clapped a hand over his mouth, giving him a scolding look that was thoroughly ruined by the blush of embarrassment and the light of heat that entered her eyes as the memory crossed through her mind. "That was an accident, and in no way intentional. I still have trouble looking Spinelli and Leyla in the eyes after they walked in…on that," she told him, pursing her lips against the smile that threatened to spread across her face.

"Did you know after that Spinelli came asking me for tips to woo and thoroughly please Leyla?" Johnny asked.

"He did not!"

"He did."

"Ugh, that was way more than I needed to know about their sex lives," Georgie blanched, shaking her head. Spinelli had been like a brother to her, and Leyla had been the sweetest. Some people always had something snarky to say about the mismatched couple. Leyla in society's perception was way out of Spinelli's league, but society couldn't be more wrong. Leyla truly loved and adored Spinelli, and Spinelli worshiped the ground that Leyla walked on. With Spinelli's brain and Leyla's old money, the two partnered together to create Core Technology Inc. which now rivaled Microsoft and Apple in the industry. Their personally relationship grew into something more along the way, and was rock solid despite all the haters out there. "Great. Lulu and Dante just showed up."

"I thought you got along with Lulu now," Johnny quirked a brow.

"Lulu is a better person, and a lot tamer than she once was, however we will never be friends. I left that door open for a long time, despite all the stuff Lulu did to me for no good reason. I may not have been perfect, but I never went to the level she did," Georgie stated, sensibly. "After her trying to use her brother to put you into jail after all her lies came out, that door firmly closed, but Dante is your friend. So I am willing to tolerate her for you two's sake."

"How was I so lucky to get engaged to a saint?" Johnny smiled.

"Oh, please. I don't want on water," Georgie snorted, rolling her eyes lightly. She gave him another quick kiss, and then broke their embrace, albeit reluctantly. "I better go and chat up the guests. One of us has to do it."

"It's a good thing you charming enough for the both of us," he commented, watching her walk away from him. He always loved watching her walk away, and the fact her hips swayed enticingly was just one of the perks. His smile grew when she looked back at him over her shoulder…

And the world exploded. Literally.

A ripple of movement pushed him forward followed by a rush of heat, and then the sound of shattering glass coming from everywhere—the chandelier, to the windows, everywhere. Johnny head struck against the marble floor so hard that his vision blurred, and pain exploded across his entire skull. His breath stuttered, and nausea rolled in the pit of his stomach. He could barely make out Georgie, the color of her dress on the floor so far away from him. He tried to get up, and tried to get to her because that was all that matter.

But his body had other ideas and the entire world went black.

The bright light made him wince when he was able to pull open his eyes, and he shut them quickly with a pained groan slipping out of his mouth. White-hot agony splintered across his skull, and nausea seethed in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't quite remember what he doing, or where he was. The bed beneath him was hard, and not like his so he wasn't home. His through moved slowly, like a snail inching it's what through a maze full of cobwebs. His heart pounded violently in his chest, and broken fragments of what happened slowly knitted themselves back together inside of his mind. The imagine of Georgie lying prone on the floor made ice cold fear spear through his heart. His eyes snapped open despite the blinding lights, and the pain, and he tried to sit up out of the stiff bed that he laid upon. A hand stopped him and he blinked up at the blurry figure. "J-Jason?" He croaked out, his tongue felt too big mouth. "What…what happened? Where's G-Georgie?"

Jason frowned, his jaw clenched tightly. His blue gaze flickered to Elizabeth who stood at the foot of the bed, with her arms wrapped around her tightly. Her throat bobbed, and she let out a shaky breath. "She…she is in surgery right now," Elizabeth explained, her tone gentle. "When the explosion happened, she was almost directly underneath the chandelier, and there was a lot of glass…"

"She lost a lot of blood," Jason finished, with a drained expression on his face.

Johnny felt his heart kick in his chest.

"But she has a common blood type!" Elizabeth rushed to reassure him. "Maxie has the same blood type, and the blood banks are in no short supply. There is no reason to believe she won't make it through alright."

Emotions careened through him at the speed of light—too many to count and name—but he knew one thing amongst the chaos of his mind: that he needed to get to Georgie. He struggled, his body swayed as he forced himself up into a sitting position. He had to get to Georgie. Even if he couldn't be there with her during her surgery, he could be there for when she got out.

"Johnny, you need to rest," Jason said, with concern. "You suffered a concussion. You shouldn't be moving about."

"No! What I need is to see Georgie," Johnny countered, fiercely. He didn't care he was in pain. He didn't care about himself. He needed to see Georgie. He needed be as close to her as possible to let her know that she wasn't alone. "Please, Jason."

Elizabeth's blue eyes—slate and slightly grey compared to Jason's ocean blue eyes—flickered between the two men, before she came to a decision. "I'll go see if there is a wheelchair that can be spared, and we'll take you down to wait on Georgie," she offered, quietly.

Johnny's shoulder slumped. "Thank you," he said, gratefully.

She flashed him a quick smile, before she rushed out of the room. She came back a few minutes later with Epiphany in tow, and the two helped the unsteady man into the wheelchair. Epiphany told Elizabeth to keep an eye on him, and not to let him over exert himself. It wasn't hospital policy to allow someone in Johnny's condition out of bed, but if anyone understood the painful uncertainty of a loved one's life hanging in the balance, it was Epiphany. The elevator ride was slow and agonizing. Each second that ticked by seemed like an eternity for Johnny, and he gnawed on the inside of his cheek worriedly.

The elevator creaked and shook, but sturdy and reliable, it took them upward to the surgery floor. The chime made Johnny wince, and the door pulled open. Jason pushed the wheelchair out, and as soon as the wheels were on tile, Johnny took it from there. He rolled the wheels with great effort, and neither of his friends helped him, both knowing that this was something he needed to do. That this little bit of control in a chaotic situation would bring more comfort than words could provide. He came to a stop beyond the pair of blue doors, the warning on the glass saying only authorized personal were permitted beyond them.

"She is there? Beyond those doors?" Johnny asked, feeling helpless. He knew he couldn't go beyond them. He couldn't be by her side in this moment, and he felt his heart throb painfully.

"Yes," Elizabeth nodded. "She will be fine, Johnny. You know Georgie. She is a fighter. She always has been."

"Doesn't mean she should have to be fighting this," Johnny said, softly.

"You can't blame yourself," Jason told him.

"Who else am I to blame?" Johnny retorted, darkly. "That explosion…"

Before Johnny could finish his suspicions, the elevator doors dinged and the furious clicks of high heeled shoes echoed across the floor. It was no surprise when the blond fashionista showed up. Even less of a surprise when she looked at Johnny like he was the bane of her existence. "What the hell are you doing here?" Maxie spat, venomously. Her cold aquamarine eyes flashed with anger and hatred at the sight of Johnny. "Haven't you people done enough to Georgie already?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Elizabeth asked, giving Maxie a sharp look.

"You know exactly what it means!" The blonde glowered. "An explosion at the Metro Court just happens at mobster's engagement party, and you want to what? Believe it was pure coincidence?"

Johnny wanted to refute what Maxie was saying, but there was a sudden lump in his throat. One that suffocated him, and kept every denial lodged down inside of his chest. His mind raced, tracing every interaction that night. How did they miss this? How did they not see this threat coming? Everything had been good. Everything had been peaceful. Maybe hoping that would have lasted was too much to ask. Guilt burrowed like jagged nails underneath his skin, and down into the marrow of his bones. He struggled to maintain his calm façade, but his breaths were coming too swift. The thought that this somehow was connected to him and Jason had hit every fear that he had buried so carefully inside of him. What if something he had brought home had put Georgie in danger? What if the price of being with him was her death? He couldn't bear the thought of it.

"There are several possible reasons for that explosion," Elizabeth defended, her hand clasped tightly in Jason's. "And a lot of them don't have anything to do with illegal activities, and neither my husband nor our friend is involved in that. After all, they are coffee importers not criminals."

Which was almost completely true. Jason and Johnny had cut down the criminal activity, and 90% of their business was completely legit. It was their connections and favors owed to the Five Families that kept them from completely turning over the last 10% and being done with the seedy underworld all together. But Maxie didn't know that.

Maxie gave her a sneer. "I always knew that you could lie, Elizabeth, but I never realized how good of a liar you were up until this moment. The fact that you can say with a straight face," she huffed, folding her arms over her chest. "You might be stupid—"

"Do not call her that," Jason glared.

Maxie barely kept herself from rolling her eyes, and continued onward regardless of Jason's ire. "—enough to bury your head in the sand, Elizabeth, but the rest of us have our eyes wide open. If you think that I'm going to let any of you near Georgie—"

"Johnny is Georgie's fiancé, and her emergency contact," Elizabeth cut off the blonde's tirade with a sharp wave of her hand. "You are not. You have no right to keep Johnny from seeing her, or anyone else. Right now, she needs everyone who cares for her here to support her. Not a sister with a drama complex stirring up trouble while she is in there fighting for her life."

Maxie's mouth snapped shut. She looked at Elizabeth with pure loathing, but didn't start up the argument again. Instead, she rolled her eyes dramatically, "Whatever. But don't be surprised when I say I told you so when those two are led away in handcuffs," the blond snarked, then she chose a seat in the very corner of the waiting room. She plopped down into it, and pulled out her cellphone.

Johnny pushed Maxie and her words away from his thoughts. He sat there for a long time, the minutes passed away into an hour, and he stared there at the door. He was weak and weary, but he sat there like a sentinel. And yet, the longer he sat there the more his mind kept bringing him back to the night of the explosion. What had been missed? What had gone wrong? Was this his fault? Jason's fault? He glanced over at Elizabeth and Jason, who both looked exhausted and drained as much as he. For all of Elizabeth's defenses, all of them knew that the possibility that this was a deliberate attack was very much real and couldn't be ignored.

God, Georgie, what have I done to you? His heart cried out, and he closed his eyes against the wave of tears that swelled up in them. He felt someone come to a stop beside him, and he smelt the perfume Summer's Rain. Instantly he knew it was Claudia. It was her favorite perfume, reminding her of their mother. "What are you doing here, Claudia?" He asked, his voice raspy.

"I came to check on your, John," Claudia replied, after a moment. "When you weren't in your room, I knew this is where you'd be."

She wanted to comfort him, be the sibling he needed, but her presence didn't help. Claudia thrived on the darkness and violence that a mob life style provided. She craved it like some people craved nicotine, and made no excuses about the person she was. Right now in this moment, she was just a reminder. A reminder of where he came from. A reminder that his past wouldn't simply stay put. A reminder that the danger that follows them very well could be what put Georgie and so many others in danger. Johnny didn't want to look at her, didn't want to see the same brown eyes like his reflected back at him. He didn't want to know what he could find in Claudia's expression. He didn't want to acknowledge that any part of him could be like her. Danger, volatile, and could turn everything he cherished into dust.

"I don't want to say I told you so," Claudia started, lightly.

"Then don't," Johnny snapped.

Claudia's lips pursed together, her dark eyes flickered from Johnny to the doors that separated him from his fiancée. "Caring is not an advantage, Johnny. It is like having a chink in your armor, and someone exploited that tonight," his sister stated, her tone level and even. Some would even call it cold. "For what it is worth, I am sorry that you are going through this."

"Are you really? Are you sorry that Georgie is hurt and fighting for her life?" Johnny demanded, not believing her words.

Claudia hesitated, and then sighed. "I'm sorry that you are hurting."

Johnny shook his head with a bitter scoff. "Just go, Claudia."

"John…"

"No, Claudia. I can't. I can't deal with you right now. Just go."

Claudia looked like she was going put up a fight, but she surprisingly relented. Her dark eyes looked balefully at Elizabeth and Jason who stood there, silent support for Johnny before she marched down the hallway.

Johnny clutched the armrest in a knuckle white grip. He felt like he was caught in a tidal wave, there was no swimming away from it. He could only stare in horror as it approached, and consumed him. His jaw clenched so tightly, his teeth went numb from the pressure and his heart felt like a vicious jackhammer in his chest. His life—the life he was born into—was the reason that Georgie was fighting for her life. It was the reason that no doubt countless others were hurt. It hurt to have all his illusions and dreams shattered in one unforgivable moment. The guilt inside of him put the entire weight of the incident on his shoulders, and the thought that he had sworn never allow to pass through his lips did.

"I wish I had never been born…"

If he had never been born, the people around him would be safe. All he brought them was hurt.

"Do you really?" A cultured accented voice interrupted his thoughts.

He turned to see a person standing off to the side, in a blue pinstriped suit and a brown trench coat much like Colombo's. Short dark hair cut into a bob that cupped a sharp and pointed chin, and grey eyes that felt all too knowing as they stared him down. Beautifully carved features that were androgynous that gave Johnny neither the impression of a man, or a woman, but someone who was above such mundane labels. The person gave off a presence that was powerful yet calming. It did not intimidate, nor feel threatening. Yet Johnny couldn't shake the feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Who are you?" He asked.

"A friend, Johnny Zacharra," the person said, with a vague smile. "You know that you should be more careful with your wishes. There are ears all about in the universe, and something one day might grant you what you wish."

Johnny's eyes narrowed. "How do you know who I am?"

"It is my job to know who you are, Mr. Zacharra," the person's smile broadened, . "Now, do you really want to wish yourself away? Do you not think that is such a waste of a wish?"

Johnny opened his mouth to give this person a piece of his mind when he noticed something strange. It was quiet. Not like quiet like people were trying to be as noiseless as possible, but that all the noise had been drained out of the room. He glanced over at Elizabeth and Jason, and his stomach twisted into a giant knot. They were frozen. Not moving, like someone has hit pause on life. Maxie was, too!

"I must have hit my head harder than I thought," Johnny whispered.

"I assure you that what is happening here isn't a byproduct of your head injury. You mortals always like to explain stuff away so easily. It was a dream. It was exhaustion. All excuses you tell yourself in order to not believe that you've been touched or seen something that defies what you thought you believed about existence," the person chuckled, with a slight shake of their head. "But religious faith is another matter entirely. I am here about personal faith. Do you really believe that the people you loved ones would be better off if you had never been born, Mr. Zacharra?"

There were a few moments of hesitation, but Johnny eventually replied, chopping this person to be just a figment of his imagination and that he had likely passed out. "Yes, I do," Johnny stated, with complete certainty. "I wish I had never been born. I wish I had never be able to fail the people that I care about, and the only that I love most of all."

"I see…" the person drawled out. "I fear that words will not nearly be enough to re-solidify your faith in yourself. Perhaps, you need to see it with your own eyes to see how desperately wrong you are, Mr. Zacharra."

Before Johnny could ask what that meant, the person slapped their palm right against his forehead and the entire world went jet black.

END OF CHAPTER!

We wanted to have this story up around Christmas time, but we had issues that didn't allow us to get it finished. We are currently working on Part 2 and hope to have it up soon. Thank you so much for all the support.

Author's Note: We are also working on "The Heart Knows" and have a new chapter almost finished.

RRs are appreciated! :D