Hello readers! Thanks for the reviews! This chapter is short, but I didn't feel that it needed to be longer for you guys to feel the emotions! Anyways, enjoy!

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Years passed, and my growing up and being more preoccupied with other things, I found that my parents were beginning to become more concerned with my intimate chats to thin air.

I was now fourteen, sitting silently in my room, on one side of my bed staring at that pirate who sat on the other end. He hadn't changed ever since I had met him. No lines graced his features, no grey hairs and his kohl lined eyes always remained the same; alive, bright, cheeky and constantly paranoid.

We had both noticed that even though I was changing, and theoretically he couldn't, he was in a certain way.

I rarely ever saw Jack anymore. And when I did, it was whenever I was so emotionally charged, that it took me a whole ten minutes before I noticed he was giving me a hug or trying to calm me down. And when that happened, only words of comfort would come out of his mouth for however long it took me to feel better. And when I opened my eyes, he was gone.

As he sat across from me now, I could see the distress in his almost black eyes. I could see the strain in his features, the sadness.

"Why?" I asked after long moments of silence.

He pursed his lips briefly, looking down at my purple bed sheets before looking back at me. "Because I 'ave to, sweetheart," his voice was low, a baritone compared to my growing womanly tone, "it's for the best."

That line sent a tornado of pain throughout me. And for once, a tear fell from my brown eyes. Jack's features softened instantly and he reached forward, trying to wipe the tear away. But I leaned back, making sure he missed.

He pulled his hand back, a hurt expression upon his face.

"You know you don't have to, Jack," my voice had taken on a stern approach. I had started to feel infuriated. He hadn't given me a reason. "You know perfectly well that there is nothing wrong!"

Once again, he cringed at the tone of my voice. "Sweetness," the words rumbled, "yer' have to understand that I don't wanna, but I 'ave to."

I stood up, rubbing my cheeks of tears and sniffling. I stood up and I tried to look strong, but as Jack stood up also, I found that I was only up to his chin, and trying to look powerful and strong just didn't work.

"Please," the words were soft as they came from him, "don't hate me, sweetness."

Jack reached out, and my tears became harder. I pushed away but he had already pulled me into a hug, his strong arms holding me against my own will. I thrashed, trying to pull free. But almost instantly I wrapped my arms around his waist and sobbed into his chest.

"Shh", he hushed me while running his cold finger tips up and down my back, trying to sooth my shaking body.

"I'll never forget you", he murmured into my hair and I felt my body crumble more. His body had become to feel colder. I hugged tighter, but it began to feel as if he were slipping away.

"I love you", I murmured back and another sob shook through my body as I tried to grasp onto him as he became more and more into nothing. My eyes were tightly shut.

Gradually, my arms slumped to my sides and I lowered my head, my eyes still closed. I felt a coolness lift my chin up and cold lips press against my forehead.

"You too, darling."

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You may think this sounds like the end of my tale, but my dear readers, this is by far only the beginning.

I sunk into possibly the deepest of all depression, that I bottled up and never let out once. After my best friend abandoned me, I buried myself in hobbies such as dancing, writing and guitar lessons. To this day, I am horrible at guitar, but at least I know a few chords.

I finished high school, excelling in all subjects except math, and then for a while I lingered at part time jobs, just trying to figure out what I wanted to do for a living. A lot of the students I knew went to college and others did training courses. To be honest, I never really understood much of that stuff. I only really wanted to dance, endorse in the fashion industry and also become an expertise in make up artistry.

With the help of my parents and two jobs, I managed to complete four fashion courses and two make up courses, that took a total of five years to complete.

I was now a lovely, blossomed woman in the best of her years.

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