AN: This was written as a challenge for DisneySites. The theme had to be light so I based it off my favorite phrase (the last line). It's told from Aladdin's POV and it's pretty self-explanatory.
I pushed aside the drape and gazed at the palace from my old home. I stared at the small point of light I knew as Jasmine's room. Things had not gone as planned tonight. Of course, I was a known for my spontaneity and ability to break a plan. I sighed to myself. I don't even remember what happened after that. One minute I was talking to Jasmine and everything was going great. The next she was throwing me out of the palace. It was probably something I said. I hope it was just something I said.
I glanced at Abu's empty space as the loneliness started to sink in. Genie had even taken Abu, Carpet, and Iago out somewhere for the night so that Jasmine and I could have some alone time.
I stared at the dark sky above the city. There weren't even any stars out tonight. As a kid, I'd always relied on the stars for a sense of hope. The new moon really wasn't helping my mood either.
I looked at the palace again. Jasmine's light was out. She'd probably gone to bed. It was almost sunrise after all. She'd gone to bed angry at something I'd said- or done. Maybe I did something to offend her.
I rested my forehead on the palm of my hand disdainfully. Why was I always screwing things up? Why couldn't things be easy just once. . . just this one time? Jasmine was really all I had left and all I cared about (as a love interest, I mean). It hurt to know that she was willing to throw me out over something I'd said or done- or maybe just me. She could just be mad at me in general. There would be no making up for this if she was just mad at me.
There was a small creak downstairs. Probably the rats. Oh great, Jasmine thought I was fine here with the rats. I felt my anger and sadness subsiding for the painful awareness that I had once again screwed things up. Why couldn't I do anything right?
I looked up at the sky again. The first rays of the sun were leaking into the night sky. Sunrises were supposed to be hopeful, right? I flinched as Jasmine's slim arms wrapped around my shoulders.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
I couldn't help but smile. No matter how dark the night got, the sun still rose in the morning.
The End.