Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Wild Arms 3...still... I will one day or my name isn't Billy Bo Bubba Deleon!

Random person: But Betsy, your name isn't Billy Bo Bub...whatever that was!

Shhh!!!!


Virginia held her knees to her chest as she sat in front of her mother's grave. She couldn't tolerate the sound of happy-drunk laughter spilling from out of her house. It made her sick. How could they be so happy when she herself was so miserable?

Virginia was trying her mightiest to keep her tears from spilling out, but it seemed impossible. Her solemn thoughts kept a constant gloom over her mood.

If her father was alive, the least he could've done was give her mother a definite sign of his survival on this damned wasteland!

Virginia clenched her eyes shut and bit on her bottom lip. She knew she sounded selfish. But, first she was deprived of her father, and then her mother was taken away, leaving her alone, barely weaned off childhood, with two relatives who might as well be strangers to her. She felt she had the right to sound a bit selfish at the moment.

She felt like screaming. Virginia applied more pressure onto her bottom lip and the taste of blood reached her tongue. How could anyone ever understand the emotions she was feeling right now, at this instant? Who else would know the pain of loss of loved ones? Who else would ever understand the loneliness she felt?

Virginia lowered her knees and traced her mother's name etched on the tombstone.

"Oh mom," she whispered as the tears started to run down her face. "It's not fair. I can't expect them to understand, they wouldn't begin to fathom it."

The laughter from the house reached her ears. She stopped tracing the tombstone and leaned back on her hands letting the night air brush her face and flirt with her loose hair. Tears flowed at a heavy pace down her face.

As she sat there, she heard the front door creak open and someone's footsteps on the porch. It was probably just her uncle coming to lecture her on how rude it was to leave 'her guests.'

Virginia didn't care. She opened her eyes; the world was blurry through her sea of tears. She looked over to the porch and strained to see who was sitting on the front steps.

She blinked, and seeing the person, immediately turned away. It was Jet.

'Of all people,' she thought frustrated. 'He'll sit there forever and tell me to stop crying like a selfish baby.'

Virginia glanced over again and this time Jet caught her stare. He suddenly looked concerned.

He rose from his seat and started to walk over to her.

'Oh god,' Virginia whispered to herself. 'Don't let him see me like this.'

She sat up straight and bowed her face down from sight. She saw his shadow stretch beside her, yet she stayed silent.

"Hey," said Jet.

"Hi," murmured Virginia, choking back tears.

"Mind if I..." trailed Jet.

Virginia shook her head and he kneeled beside her. They both sat awkwardly for a moment.

"Why are you out here?" Virginia stammered, still struggling with her tears.

"They were getting' too drunk," Jet replied. "It annoyed me."

He sighed deeply and gazed over to Virginia. She was looking at her hands which were neatly folded in her lap. She looked preoccupied and sad.

"What's wrong?" Jet asked. Virginia looked up at him surprised.

"Nothing," she whispered, barely audible. She held her hands to her eyes trying to suppress the tears.

'She's usually so happy,' thought Jet solemnly.

They sat for a few moments when Virginia's tears finally escaped her eyes and she started to sob. Blayde watched her as she wiped tear after tear away, shoulders jerking with each giant breath she took.

"Virginia..." he whispered softly. "Tell me what's wrong."

Virginia turned towards Jet, her tear stained face blocked by her long auburn-brown hair. She looked up and his violet eyes caught hers.

"You've got to tell someone, or it'll eat away at you 'til there's nothing left." He whispered, moving closer to her and resting his hand on her arm.

"It's just..." sobbed Virginia. "Oh, I don't know! My family is gone and..." She took a deep breath. "And the Council of Seven, Siegfried, that dream demon, the planet being rewritten... Just when I think I've coped with daddy's death, I found out he's alive..." She cried even harder. "I don't know, I just think it's too much for me to handle alone."

At this, Virginia curled into a ball and lost all control she had managed to obtain through speaking.

They sat there for a few minutes while Virginia cried and Jet watched, thinking of a way to comfort her.

"I'm sorry," Virginia softly spoke. She looked up at the gloomy night sky, trying to gain composure in front of Jet.

Jet stared at Virginia. She looked so helpless and vulnerable curled up shaking like that, her tears steadily dripping onto her chest.

The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, causing Virginia's tears to shine like diamonds.

Jet hesitantly reached over and brushed the tears away with his finger.

"Loneliness," he whispered. "Is the worst feeling in the world."

Virginia looked over to him and sniffed. "Oh Jet!" gasped Virginia as she threw herself forward to him.

He sat stunned, unable to comprehend Virginia's reaction. He felt her shivering and shaking, yet she was so warm. He slowly wrapped his arms around her tightly. She looked up at him through tear filled eyes. Jet never really noticed how very pretty Virginia was until just then. He smiled slightly and Virginia nestled her face into his chest as her warm tears soaked through his shirt.

'She even smells pretty,' Jet thought as Virginia sobbed. He clutched her closer, as if even the slightest breath of wind could shatter this beautiful delicate creature he was embracing.

He rested his chin on her head and ran his fingers through her gleaming auburn hair.

"Shh..." he cooed to her. He brought his hand under her chin, and slowly lifted it up so he could see her face. She shyly looked up once again. Her eyes shined with tears and her complexion was now flushed red.

She looked so incredibly beautiful. Before Jet could comprehend what he was doing, he found himself leaning in and pressing his lips against hers, her soft, warm lips.

'Is...Is this real?' Virginia thought as her eyelids fell and her body relaxed in Jet's arms, lost in the moment. She could feel his long eyelashes brushing against her face and his nose against her cheek.

'Am I...?' Jet questioned himself and Virginia's lips caressed his; her breath was so sweet in his mouth. 'Am I in love with this girl?' he thought again. Her skin felt so soft against his. He pressed her body closer to his as their lips released one another.

Virginia looked up at Jet. He was smiling softly down at her. Something that Virginia thought she would never see. She had never thought to see him smile with such truth, much less smile at all.

The night engulfed their surroundings and the fireflies began to align the tombstones.

Virginia stood up and kissed Jet's cheek. He was warm, his whole body. She grasped his hand in her own and helped him off the ground. She pulled him to the other side of the tombstones, where they could see the stars where the clouds and removed themselves.

They both sat down, not releasing the grip that they had on each other's hand. Virginia rested her head on his shoulder.

Thank you was all that was said as the two watched the sky for the remainder of the night.


Gallows hiccupped and looked out the window.

"Aw, lookit! Jet and hic Ginny loooove each other." He said fumbling his beer. "Man, I feel so hic alone. Where's mah Claudia when ya' need her?"

He gazed around the room, noticing Clive happily passed out on the table.

"Hey uncle Telsa!" yelled Gallows. "Whatcha doin' latta?"


Thank you for reading the third chapter! This should actually be the fourth (and may be) because there is one story that is supposed to come before this one, but this is better so I typed it up instead! I hope you enjoyed it and please leave a review!