Do You Swear You Won't Forget Me?
*Warnings: VERY SAPPY. That's all… for now anyway.
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM ALL!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! v.v;; sorry. Disney owns 'em. But I own Sparkles!!! No stealing!!!
Prologue – Wait For Me
[A.N.: 'Lily' is Sparkles' given name. In the beginning of the 'fic she talks without a NY accent because she's been living in Santa Fe for a little over 2 years…]
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"Lily?"
"What?" I said grimly, trying to keep the annoyed tone out of my voice.
"Will you lighten up already? Stop thinking about that stupid boy and make yourself useful."
I bitterly tried to hold back the tears that always formed behind my eyes whenever he was mentioned. It had already been over a year past the day he had promised to come…
"I can't, mother." I replied, desperately trying to find the words to explain the utter languish that had been weighing me down for the past 14 months.
"Why? He was just a filthy boy trying to make friends with someone rich so he could get some money!"
"No, mother! He promised to come! He wanted to come - he wanted to be with me!"
"But he didn't come. Open your eyes, girl - have you ever thought that maybe he never cared for you at all? He didn't love you - only your money!"
"No!" I cried, angry now. Leaping from the bed I had been lying on, I stared loathfully at my mother. "You're wrong!"
With that I tore out of the house, slamming the door behind me. Her words had hit close to home and she knew it.
I leaned against the side of the house, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. Sliding to the ground, I relinquished my battle and let the tears spill out. I stared through blurry eyes up at the sky.
Jack loved the sky. He says that there are too many buildings in New York; that the sky is much bigger out west.
The more I thought about him, the harder I cried. I had met him in Manhattan the summer of 1895. My family is very rich, my father being a lawyer and all. Jack, on the other hand, is about as poor as they come. He doesn't act it though, but my parents hate him anyway. I didn't care.
When my father was transferred across the country to Santa Fe, New Mexico, we were devastated. Jack promised me he would save enough money for a train ride down, but he never showed. It's 1900 now, and still no Jack.
'Maybe she's right… maybe he did only want my money…'
No. That can't be right. It isn't right. Jack probably just can't raise enough money; can't even leave New York…
I stood up and wiped away the hot tears with the back of my hand.
'Well,' I thought determinedly, 'if he can't come to me, I'll just have to go to him.'
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