What Might Have Been

Elizabeth, now a older woman, goes back to look for answers about the man who got away and ends up getting taken back to the past to rethink the choices she made. This takes place in the present time, you know this century!

"Right this way Mrs. Turner", The guard at the museum said leading a 60 something woman to the file room for the new exhibit on The Creeque Alley Alternative School.

"That's Ms. Swanne to you.", Elizabeth said bitterly not wanting to think about the sour Divorce between Will and herself many years ago.

"Here you go Ms. Swanne. Take your time we're open till 9:00.", the guard said trying to smile.

"Thank you. You may go.", she said with a sigh. She put her handbag down as the young guard left the room. She walked over to the computer that would lead her to the one who got away.

The screen blinked at her waiting for her to put in her information.

"I have come this far I think I can manage to type in his name", she slowly typed in the name she would never forget.

Jack Sparrow

Box # 189. Elizabeth stood in front of box # 189. She took a deep breath and typed in the code she had received in the mail a couple of months ago. A couple of months ago she suddenly got a letter from Jack saying that he was sorry and that he wanted her to know the truth. That he still loved her. The envelope had no return address and had appeared to be hand delivered, so she had no way of trying to make things right. Except the code.

The small drawer clicked open to reveal a box. Elizabeth nervously lifted the box out of the drawer and sat down at the table with it. She lifted the lid and found the box to be filled with pictures, papers, and knickknacks. She leafed through the pictures smelling seeing a younger version of her with her arm around a boy with long dark hair and dark eyes.

Jack.

She wanted to cry. She missed him so much. Trying to keep the herself calm she started to look through the papers and knickknacks. Suddenly she found a small notebook with her name on it. As she opened it the room started to spin. It spun faster and faster then all of the sudden abruptly stopped. Just then she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

So what did you think? This idea actually came out of dream I had last night. Cool right!

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