Author's note: I know, I've been slackin, and I apologize from the bottom of my heart.
"Tremor!" she whispered as she knelt beside her brother's fallen figure.
His crystal blue eyes look shiny as he holds back tears. Trinket brushed a piece of dirty blond hair off of his forehead.
"I'm sorry, Trinket," he whispered.
"Nonsense," she whispered "This aint ya fault."
Trinket gasped as her brother closed his eyes for the last time.
"Don't you touch me," whispered Juliet.
"Come on, Trinket," whispered Jack "We need to get you home."
"Yeah, Honey," Holiday exclaimed, her voice soothing.
Juliet swayed slightly.
"You know Hol, I tink I may have had too much ta drink tonight," she slurred.
Holiday gasped as Juliet sank down to the ground.
"Relax Holiday," said Bumlets "She's jus passed out."
Jack picked her up and sighed heavily.
"What happened Jack?" asked Trinket.
Jack looked at the girl he loved and barely recognized her. Her cheeks were red from the harsh winter wind and were slick with the tears. Her dark blue-gray eyes shone with grief and anger.
"I thought he was at the Lodgin House," Jack exclaimed.
"You promised me!" she yelled "You knew he was sick!"
Jack grabbed her arm.
"I told you, I thought he was at the Lodging House." He yelled.
Trinket pulled her arm back.
"Don't touch me! Don't you ever touch me!" she yelled.
"Please, Don't do this Trinket," he whispered.
A change overcame her, her chin tilted and her eyes darkened.
"My name is Juliet." She hissed.
"Is that who I tink it is?" asked Kloppman.
"What happened?" asked Fearless.
"She drunk too much." Said Jack laying Juliet down on the couch.
"Dat's our goil," laughed Skittery.
Jack looked at Juliet and walked away. He hated her, he realized that now, before it had been all right. Never seeing her allowed him to forget the things she accused him of. Now he couldn't go a day without seeing her and part of Jack realized that he didn't want to go a day without seeing her.
Short, I know, but….
~Revolution~