Chapter Twenty-One

Jill and Skye

Song: Last Kiss by Taylor Swift

Right now, I hope you all are huge fans of Taylor...otherwise I don't blame you if you just stop reading these stories. My Ipod decided that this couple needs some heart wrenching agony. Enjoy!

Jill's POV

I look at my newly planted field, and try my best to smile for I got the planting done in one day. Its hard. Its so hard, I can't even bare it. I remember the time he left. I remember the time Skye offered to help me with my work. I remember the time he got scared of Cluckers, my chicken. Goddess, I remember the first time he ever looked at me. Too many memories, not enough strength.

I still remember the look on your face

Been through the darkness at one fifty-eight

I wipe away the tears in my eyes, reminding myself that this is a small town. Word gets out that I'm still grieving over Skye, no one will think of me as the strong independent girl I want them to think I am. Skye ditched me for the city back in July. Its spring now, and I feel like the whole fiasco happened yesterday.

I do recall now the smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane

That July ninth the beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms

Is it wrong that I can still feel him? That I can still hear him telling me he loves me, and that I can hear myself saying I love him back? I've tried my best at moving on. I just can't bring myself to throw away any of the pictures, the songs, or his old shark tooth necklace he wore, and when I told him I loved him, he gave it to me. Right off his neck, gave it to me. He didn't give it a second thought. If he did, he defiantly didn't show it. I hear a role of thunder, and run for indoors. I'm scared of thunder. I go to the middle of my house, and curl my knees to my chest and hold myself tight.

But now I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes

I clench the necklace. I keep it hidden under my shirt so my friends don't notice it, and give me the old lecture of how much I need to get over him. I just know he's gonna come back someday! Well, I don't know that for sure, but I have a feeling. Its a small feeling. I just wonder, if he's missing me. I hope he's missing me. He better be missing me.

All I know is I don't know

how to be something you miss

Never thought we'd have a last kiss

The day he left...is so vivid in my mind. It was a rainy day, just like this one...

I watch Skye walk down the path. I try to wave him down, but he doesn't say or do anything. He just slows down his pace and looks at me, crushing me with those green eyes.

That was when I knew something was wrong. The time we met however, was a completely different note.

I see a green light coming from the shop window. I take off running toward the shop, looking for anything that could qualify as anything strange or unusual. Not finding anything, I slow down my pace. Maybe I imgained it all? No...no one just imagines stuff like that...

"Hello fair maiden!" I hear a voice say from behind me. I turn around quickly, my heart racing. I see a tall figure, a little less then a foot away from me. I gulp.

"H-hi?" I manage to squeak. He chuckles a little.

"Don't be frightened. I'm Phantom Skye. But you, my beautiful, may call me Skye. Now, what is your name?" He says, ever so calmly. My heart settles down, as I try to make out his features. All I can tell, is that he's wearing black, and has silver hair. He seems awful young to have hair like that, though...

"Jill," I say, sticking out a hand. He shakes it.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Jill. I look forward to seeing you again soon," He says, smiling. He takes off the other way of the path, and I smile. I watch him walk away. He has a stride in his step, that would give any love-struck girl goosebumps.

I do remember the swing in your step

The life of the party, you're showing off again

And I'd role my eyes and then, you'd pull me in

I'm not much for dancing but for you did

I lift my head of the floor. Goddess, I must be tired. I haven't napped like that in years...I find myself on the floor, and try to think of why I'm-

Oh. Oh yeah. Skye.

But now I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes

All I know is I don't know

how to be something you miss

Never thought we'd have a last kiss

I wish I knew why he had to leave. He never gave me a reason. He just told me he needed to go to the city, and that he didn't want a serious relationship. I guess you can say he was my first love. My innocence was stolen by him. I kinda hate myself for trusting him, but I still can't bring myself to hate him. I take my scrapbook off the shelve, and look through the pictures. We made this scrapbook together. He told me we would show this to our grandchildren.

What a terrible, awful lie he told me.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

And I'll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

I still can't help but wonder if he's happy. I sure do hope he's happy.

And I hope the sunshines and its a beautiful day

And something reminds, you wished you had stayed

I hear a knock at the door. I get up, and slowly twist the handle, while wiping away my tears.

We can plan for a change in weather and time

I never planned on you changing your mind

I look through a crack in the door, and gasp. Silver hair. Green eyes.

"Skye," I whisper. He smiles.

"Hello, fair maiden. Miss me?" He says, holding out his arms. I feel the urdge to just fall into him and cry, and beg for him to never leave me again. And then all of our plans and dreams and hopes and wishes would be the same. I can't. I try to close the door.

But instead I jump into his arms, sobbing.

So, I'll go, sit on the floor wearing your clothes

All that I know is I don't know

how to be something you miss

I never thought we'd ever last kiss

Your name forever the name on my lips

Just like our last kiss, forever the name on my lips