I don't own the song "Brandy". It belongs, I do believe, to Looking Glass, or to someone who worked with them when they recorded the song.

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~Two years later, at the time when the story started~

"It took me some time before I put the tea set in the window. Nearly a year passed before I did." Brandy finished.

"Have you seen him since?" Brandy shook her head sadly at the sailor's question. "And what about the tea set? Did you ever put it in the window?"

"Yes, about a month later." Brandy murmured, and it looked as though she was fighting back tears. "I wanted to tell him...I still do I suppose. I keep hoping he'll come back so that I can say I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?" The sailor wanted to know.

"For trying to force him to stay." Brandy explained, as if the young man ought to have already known. "It wasn't fair of me to expect such a thing."

"Well," The sailor replied slowly, "You may as well take the tea set out of your window. You'll never get the chance to tell Eric how you feel."

"What do you mean?" Brandy demanded, slamming her tray down onto the table. The bar went silent; no one had seen Brandy get so upset before. The sailor flinched slightly, then stood up and gathered his things.

Looking Brandy straight in the eye, he softly declared, "Eric died...one and a half years ago. His ship was sunk, and he drowned." Brandy gasped, horrorstruck, and a look between disbelief and hopelessness crossed her face. "I'm very sorry, miss, but it's true. Now if you'll excuse me..." The young sailor stepped out into the miserably sunny day.

Brandy covered her face, and sat in the now vancant chair. The bar was now not only filled with noise again, but tension as well. Sarah finally placed a comforting hand on Brandy's shoulder, and Brandy looked up.

"There's nothing you can do about it now, Brandy." Sarah murmured. "Just go up to your room, and let yourself cry as hard as you need. I'll take your customers until you can come back to work." Brandy nodded numbly.

Sarah helped Brandy stumble up the stairs and into her room. Once Sarah had closed the door behind her, Brandy threw herself on her bed, and the tears fell freely.

~THE END~

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Kinda depressing, huh? Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoyed the story while it lasted.

Anyway, thanks to my three reviewers:

Brandi

Banba McCuill

Brandy

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and to tell me what you thought about it!