Hello everyone!! Wow, im on such a writing kick today! I cant' stop. Ok, so I was reading some quotes (I love doing that haha) and came across a few which I thought fit perfectly to Jane (or other characters but mostly him!) So i've decided to make a series of oneshots that each have to do with a quote!(: I'll probably write on each day, if i have time. If you have some quote suggestions, please tell me, I will run out soon!(: Hope you like it. Thanks

- andixx

disclaimer: i own nothing *sobs*

all mistakes my own.

This one's about Jane's 'feelings' (i guess?) about Lisbon. If you don't like jane/lisbon then don't read, though its not as Jisbony as id wanted it to be.

;)

"The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present."

Their was a flame in his heart that had grown stronger over the years. It consumed and weakened him. He just continued to allow it to torture him, thinking it was what he'd deserved. Though there was something that softened the flame, made it gradually begin to fade, disappear into the depths of the past. When he had met her, she'd just unknowingly became a part of his vengeful plan, nothing more. Though back then, his mind was filled with hatred, he was not able to see things for what they truly where, his vision was blurred by a burning animosity towards the thing that had claimed the lives of those who where his responsibility. The days past and cases went by, the blur soon faded and he saw her. He realized who she was, how alike they where, though complete opposites. How he'd had an longing to comfort her, to protect her, to trust her. Like a gravitational force was yanking him closer every time she was near. He knew deep inside, all the time, what it was. He couldn't move on though, he wouldn't allow himself, not yet. He wasn't quite sure if this act was selfless, or selfish. Selfless was that he wanted to keep her from the harm which was insured to cross her path if he'd gotten to close, selfish because of his desire for revenge. Deep down, layers underneath the scars the world had placed beneath his skin, he knew, if his eyes weren't blurred with anger and hurt, he would feel differently, much differently, but that wasn't the situation. He was angry at the past, an anger, a fire in his heart, that would not be quenched till he'd avenged them. Once he had though, he might be able to see the light again, return back to the present, move on, learn to love.

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Ok, that was that. Very short. Please review, -gets down on knees.- PLEASEPLEASPLEASEPLEASE. they are the only thing that get me through the dayyy!!!! And YAY, no school tomorrow -happy dance- Presidentsss Dayyy!!!!!! :D

thanks 4 reading-

andixx