Hay all I am kinda new here and want to post a story. It isn't J/S .SORRY to all J/S fans out there but I felt like it, hope you like the story replies would appreciated here. So here it goes my fist attempt to write:

PG-17

Chapter1

I always believed that if you love something set it free, if it comes back then it is meant to be. If it continues to fly let it soar, have faith that God has something better in store. Now I am not so sure I mean didn't she care enough about us to let me help her? Those were the thoughts that Jack was having. At first it may appear that he's a man that has lost hope, and the flicker of faith had disappeared from life, HIS LIFE.

He always thought that he would never found a women who clicked with him or just as his mother would put it, not worthy of her little Jackie, but SHEwas the one who clicked with his deep soul to the very core of his being, feeling the tears stinging his eyes Jack couldn't help but shudder at the thoughts of her, he found it scary that she still has the powerful, intense and deep power over his heart even though it been a while since he saw her, YEARS.

Remembering why SHE still in his heart. " because she never left it in the first place" muttered under his breath., as he rested his head back on the pillows his stray thoughts led him to reminisce about why he walked away from the best thing he had …………..

five years ago

With his hand on the doorknob and the other holding white lilies Jack turned it and abruptly stopped when her heard muffled voices shifting around the apartment, the agent within rose. Putting the lilies aside, reaching for his gun he pulled slowly and quietly not wanting to draw any attention to him. With confidence he opened the door only to come across darkness… silently he made his way through the darkened house. He carefully stepped over a needle "what the……?"he thought as he mad his way up to the stairs and after making sure he had gone the right amount of doors he entered the room on his left and his life was never the same………

On the heap of the floor lay the reason he live for , the reason he wake up in the morning just to see her laying nest to him with wild dark hair speared on the pillows and the smoothest tan skin he ever touched, is now using drugs. He gasped as he realized that she was using it for quiet awhile …the glazed eyes, the temper, the dizziness ,how couldn't see this coming after all they were as close as any one can get. Hearing a sob shook Jack out of his thoughts noticing the streaked cheeks, the trembling hands, and finally red, puffy blue eyes staring back at him with despair. Feeling his blood boil within him he yelled with equal torment" Why Kristen?" and took off without a glance at her never seeing her crumble and crying her heart out but hearing the tortured cries . With tears blurring his vision Jack Hudson would never be the same.

Now

Feeling the tears on his cheeks, he clicked the lights off muffling his cries into his pillow.

He didn't stop loving her; he just learned how to live without her is what his mind always says. "Yeah right" his heart snickered in disbelief.

So what do you think did I do ok? Please R&R