I have returned once more to the Golden Sun category. It's been quite awhile, and I am seriously, and honestly, really sorry for such a long wait for another one-shot. I meant to post this a while back, but somehow forgot, being busy and whatnot playing Dark Dawn at the same time...don't know how that happened.

Anyhow, because Jenna doesn't appear in the game (unfortunately...), I decided to write a point of view of how she may be while Isaac and Matthew are gone...Is she really as strong everyone may think she is, by herself...?

And with that, I do not own Golden Sun.

Shh.

Hush.

Silence.

Don't tell me.

...I'm not that strong girl everyone tends to see me as. I'm only human; I have my days. I throw tantrums, I lose my patience, I break down when no one sees me. In the dimness of my house, I sit alone. You may see me sitting with such calm, such quietness, and a soft smile so convincing that you think I'm alright.

But I'm not. Truthfully, I'm longing for your presence.

I may be the tomboy Vale girl that everyone knew me as a kid; and you know what? I still do have that spark in me. But not all the time.

I'm fragile. I'm cold. I'm bitter. I'm delicate.

With one look of you, I may just crumple to pieces fall into your arms.

My tomboy side is disgusted with such fragility; yet my delicate side cries and wants that reunion. And this is the precise reason as to why I am as I am today.

I can sit in calm waiting for you; but at the same time, the tears fall slowly down my face when no one is around. It explodes when it's night and you aren't around me yet again.

My body is strong enough to hold on its own. It doesn't need the assistance of anyone. I can chop the wood when it gets too cold; I can cook on the stove when I'm hungry; I can haul the water in when I've run out in the house. Simple tasks as these are nothing in comparison to an event such as the one that happened upon Mars Lighthouse.

Mars Lighthouse.

The name of that place has gotten me shaking once more.

Inhale, exhale.

I'm fine.

From the window, I see the bustling city below. Everyone has returned to daily life. Everyday, I walk around this city to greet the others, to visit loved ones, and to bring things back to the house with hopes that you would return sooner...or have returned by the time I've arrived home.

It's a sad burden on my part to see everyone move on. But that is their life...this is mine. Everyday, they give me the 'look'; the look of solemnity, and in their eyes, I know what they're asking me:

"When is he coming back?"

When indeed...?

Without the support of the others, I have no one to turn to except you. Where the others have gone, I am not sure. Nostalgia hits like a knife when I think of everyone else once again, and the now loose friendships we have with each other. Goodness, my brother has gone missing, and there hasn't been a day where I haven't thought of him either. Who else could I turn to? Even my other childhood friend from the three of us is gone; he's with you too.

With you.

Without me.

You're busy, I know...and I hope you're taking care of Matthew. Hope? I know you are.

I can feel myself shaking again.

And I let the tears flow with intensity.

Who cares if they see me through the window...? This is how I am; my mask broken.

Shh. Don't tell me. Don't tell me those lies. The lies of how strong I am, how emotionally stable I am, and how amazing my strength is when you're gone. Keep it to yourself. Avert your eyes someplace else. The someplace else known as my heart. What my heart is crying out, truly. Can't you see? It's as simple as that. I'm not as strong without him. Please, see that, and stop asking me through your eyes when and how.

Because the simple answer is:

I miss him.

Not everyone is as strong as they may seem, no matter their laughing and immense smile. There's a story behind each one...

Thanks for reading and reviewing, if you do!