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I could have been staring at the lake water for an eternity, but I knew I had only been staring at the lake since I woke up this morning and saw what today's date was. Today would have been Erik and I's four year wedding anniversary.

Ever since I came back to my time and I realized I was separated for Erik, I had tried everything I could think of to get back to the 19th century. Every time I tried, it failed. I even tried to see if I could still communicate to Erik through my necklace, but for some reason I can't.

I sighed and rested my chin on my knees. I was experiencing a whole new loneliness and heart ache.

I was a hundred years away from the man I love and Hunter is dead-he had died a month after my second nineteenth birthday.

The only things I had that kept me from going into a very dark depression and probably have a nuclear meltdown was the fact I was clinging to what little hope I have left that I will be reunited with Erik, I had music which made me feel close to Erik, and our three in a half year old daughter.

I had no idea I was with child till the day after graduation and I noticed I had a baby bump that was about the size of a cantaloupe. I was scared to death because I wasn't ready yet to be a mom, I was going to be raising Erik's and I's child on my own, and I was scared for the baby's health. I wasn't sure from the abuse Hector inflicted on me would cause the baby to have some kind of health problem or cause me to have miscarriages.

Thankfully that wasn't the case and I was able to give birth to a beautiful girl whom I named Melody. She had Erik's sandy blonde hair and my lavender eyes. She also seemed to have taken after her father's temper, intelligence, and stubbornness.

I had started a band with some of the ex-members of Richard's band-they left when they had found out Richard had fooled around the time when he was dating me and they were very unhappy about that-and we chose to go with Nightingale.

We were suppose to be a heavy metal symphonic band, but our manager, Angelica, a woman who reminds me so much of Abigail, had us more like some sort of gothic Lolita band and we were singing way to many songs from other bands.

Might as well say we were a traveling karaoke circus.

I yelped at the sound of an inanimate voice shouting, "WARNING! WARNING!"and I sighed. I pulled my cellphone out from my hoodie pocket and pressed "TALK". "What is it, Johnathan?" I groaned.

Johnathan played the bass guitar and I noticed he had a thing for me. I had tried to get it through his bloody thick skull that I'm married, but obviously that hasn't worked. All the other guys in the band seemed to accept the fact I am married and although they have never met my husband they were going to go with what I say and the fact I'm wearing a wedding ring.

"I'm just giving you a heads up that we're going to start the Broken Angel World Tour tomorrow." He told me. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I know that, Johnathan. I was the one who arranged with Angelica the date we start the tour." I groaned.

I swear he's been getting on my nerves lately with trying to always give me heads up on things I had arranged with our manager with. I think he's just trying to find an excuse to call me.

Note to Self: When he's asleep on the bus, find his phone and delete my number from his contacts and call history.

"Oh! Well then in that case while I still have you on the phone by any chance would you like to go to that new French restaurant that opened up in town tonight?" He asked. I clenched my jaw. "No." I answered coolly. "How about for lunch then?" He persisted.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Jonathon, I'm a married woman. You need to stop perusing me. It's wrong." I told him. He scoffed on the other end. "Yeah right. I never seen a man in your house." He told me. I clenched my jaw. "That's because my husband is in Paris, because of work." I lied and pressed "END". I turned off my cellphone and shoved it back in my pocket.

I got up and dusted the dirt off my pants. "MOMMY!" Melody cried. I quickly spun around and caught the running toddler and lifted her up in my arms. "Whoa there little missy! You know very well I don't want you near the lake." I scolded her as I carried her back over to the house.

She humphed unhappily and I gave her the look I give her when I am silently warning her to behave. "Sowy, Mommy. I love you!" She told me and kissed my cheek. I sighed heavily and hugged her closely to me. "I love you too, my little goofball." I told her and she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Why does Daddy's work keep him far away from us?" She mumbled. She always asks me these kind of questions and I understand why. She never met her father and yet I tell her all about him, even about his deformity.

I told her that the reason her father wasn't here was because his job is keeping him very far away because as smart as she is, she is still just a little and it would be hard to grasp the fact someone is a hundred something years away from you.

"Because they are big meanies." I told her. I felt her pout and I rubbed her back. "I don't like those big meanies then. I don't want to share my daddy with anyone except with you." She said stubbornly.

She is definitely Erik's daughter.

~ERIK'S POV~

This has to be Hell.

I didn't mind living in Hope's time, since no one seemed to care that I was wearing a mask. I had managed to learn how to do things during this time like how to drive, use a cell phone, and use a computer.

They were challenging at first but I managed to learn them all. It was nice to walk around the streets and not have people staring at you or able to actually get a job and not have to use a persona or be locked up in your own home while you do work.

I was enjoying living in the future.

However, as much as I enjoyed living in the future...it was Hell in my eyes, because I didn't have any bloody idea where a certain woman was. I didn't know where my Hope was.

I had tried to find her all over Europe, but I could never find her. I wasn't going to give up though on looking for her. I don't care if there are almost 7 billion people on this damn planet, I know she is somewhere on this planet and I wasn't going to stop searching for her until I do...as long as I don't have to go to a damn airport.

I had tried going on an airplane once when I thought about searching for Hope in America, but the second I went through a security scanner I was immediately questioned about my mask and I had refused to take it off.

Let's just say in the end I was banned from that airport, and I was not going to take a chance that all the other airports would be the same way.

I am starting to question though if she is in America since I had successfully during the last three years searched all of Europe for her and hadn't found her.

I rubbed my temples as I tried to look over the last blue prints for a building that was planned to be built. I could hear my partner humming some song from her favorite band and I watched as she pulled out her iPod-I still haven't figured out how to use those damn devices-and looked over at me.

"Do you mind if I play some music?" She asked. I shrugged. "Just make sure it's not blaring." I grumbled, remembering quite well some of the music she prefers is quite outlandish.

Who in their right mind write a song about a town named Uptown Funk?

She nodded and pressed some buttons. I could hear the piano playing some slow and enchanting notes and then the violins came in.

How is that I feel you here,
when you're so far away?
Why can I still feel your touch,
when there is a great distance between us?

My eyes widened when I heard the familiar angelic soprano voice that was filled with emotion.

That was Hope singing!

"Samantha, who is that singing?" I asked, just to be sure I wasn't imagining things. She looked at me curiously. "That's Hope Destler. She's the lead singer of a heavy metal symphonic band called Nightingale." She explained quickly and judging from the excitement in her voice, I could tell it was her favorite band.

Hope still is going by her married name? Does she still love me?

My heart knows why,
and my mind agrees...

Through death and life,
or from the spaces between time,
I will always love you.
No distance can destroy
what I feel inside
for love has no bounds
and I will love you
even with my dying breath...

I realized immediately who the song was for when I put things together. It was for me...or she had found someone else and they're separated right now. I just need some way to find out...and I think I might have an idea on who can help.

"You sound as if you know all about her." I said casually. Samantha quickly paused the music and spun her chair to look over at me more and she was grinning.

"She's my favorite singer! Did you know there is a huge debate on whether or not she is actually married? She claims she is married but her husband is stuck here in Paris. She also has a three almost four year old daughter-she is such a cutie-and Hope wears a beautiful Victorian wedding ring which must have cost her husband a fortune! I actually have a picture of it, because it's so beautiful I want to see if I could convince my fiancée on getting me a ring like it. Do you want to see?" She asked eagerly.

I nodded and she grabbed her iPod and quickly fumbled around with it for a moment. She rushed over to my desk and handed the device over to me. I took the device and looked at the picture of a close up of Hope's left hand. I knew it was her left because she has a small freckle on her middle finger under the upper knuckle on her left hand. On her ring finger was the wedding ring I gave her on our wedding day. Well I think I have all my questions answered except for two.

Where is she then and who the hell dared to cause her to have a child?!

Well...you see Erik...when a man and a woman-

Erik: I'm not asking how! I asked

who!

Me: Oh why didn't you say so! It's simple! I'm not saying