Regret

by ickyveggies

What about the rules?" he asked her. "I figure they're more like guidelines," she replied. "Is that so?" he asked before covering his mouth in her own again.

1. Haunted

Author's Note: Yes, yes I know-this is the shortest little drabble. But, I assure you, much more is on the way.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Unfortunately enough that includes Jack Sparrow.

~*HAUNTED*~

"While the scenery has remained the same, the company has immensely improved," he said, wrapping his arm around the girl. Their faces grew nearer, their lips nearly touching. Then—

She woke up, panting. It had just been a dream. She rose from her bed. Putting her forehead against the window, cold from the rain, she asked a solitary question to the darkness. "Why do you haunt me Jack Sparrow?"