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Chapter 50

Carla sat on one of the ledges in the courtyard watching as the sun set over the distant horizon. She had left Niori and Erin a little while ago and had come out here to think. It was easy to joke around with the other girls, but when it came right down to it, Carla was starting to worry herself.

Carla was pretty sure she was falling in love.

It wasn't like it was a bad thing or it was a problem, but the prospect of love terrified her. Sure, she had dated before, but she had never fooled herself into believing that she actually loved the guy. Yet here she was, falling in love (if not already) with a guy she had known for maybe five months.

" Thinking hard?" a voice suddenly broke Carla out of her concentration.

Carla whipped her head around, surprised because she hadn't even heard some come up behind her. There stood Eomer, a slightly amused smirk on his lips.

Carla felt a rush go through her, and quickly scolded herself for it.

Stop acting like a hormonal twelve year old! She told herself sternly, but couldn't stop the complete feeling of joy or the memories of the pervious night from entering her mind.

" Yeah I guess I am," she said with a small smile, swinging her legs around so she faced him.

He stepped up to her and smiled " Don't feel the need to stop just because I'm here…you look quite attractive when you concentrate,"

" Opposed to every other time of the day…" Carla said with a small laugh.

With a smile, Eomer started to lean down to her. With her own breath of anticipation, Carla started to bring her head up to receive his kiss.

" Sorry to interrupt the moment guys," Niori's voice suddenly broke through the air, causing the two to break apart, " but Carla, we have a BIG problem,"

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Erin stood out side of Jane's room, words caught in her throat.

" Please Jane," Erin spoke, " Please talk to me. I know what happened,"

" Then you know he hates me," Jane's soft, broken voice split through the air.

Erin's breath caught…for five minutes now she had been basically begging Jane to talk to her.

" He doesn't hate you Jane," Erin told her softly, desperately, " I was just talking to him…that's how I found out…he's not mad(ish). He's sorry he blew up at you like that…"

Jane was silent and Erin feared that she wasn't going speak again.

" If you can tell me that when I come out of this room, that everything will be okay," Jane said finally, " that nothing has changed and that I won't be all depressed, I will,"

Erin hesitated, but with a sigh, told Jane the news she had only found out ten minutes ago.

" He's getting married in three days Jane,"

Then, there was a small click. It took Erin a moment to realize that it was the lock on the inside of Jane's door closing.

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Jane had been lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling for hours. It was three days later from when she had locked herself in. She had no idea what time it was, what day it was, and she simply didn't care. She was emotionally numb, almost outside her body. She looked around the room; Carla, Niori and her beds were in shreds, torn apart from her 3-hour freak-out session.

Jane silently rolled off her bed and walked over to her open window.

The sun was setting (or rising) on the horizon. The air was warm, but to her it felt cold…everything felt cold.

Down in the courtyard, the servants were preparing for the wedding of the King. Banners and tables were being made…everyone looked happy.

Jane felt a surge of anger flow through her. Furiously, she slammed the window shut, a small pane falling out and breaking.

The girl flopped down on her bed, ignoring the gnawing pain in the pit of her stomach. "I haven't eaten for three days." Jane realized suddenly, casting a fleeting look at her empty bowl and cup.

Her friends had stopped trying to make her come out. Of course, every now and then someone would come along (last time was Erin) and beg her to come out and talk to them. But every time Jane ignored them. She didn't care; she figured she'd die in the room.

Either it'll be from lack of food or suicide, Jane thought dully, putting her hands behind her head.

The girl had actually considered jumping out of her third story window, but the thought of survival arose. If she jumped, she didn't want to live. She wouldn't want to see the expressions on her friends' faces…

Jane abruptly sat up in her bed. Lying inches away from her was her sword. She had carelessly thrown it on her bed after she had torn the room apart.

Slowly, without really thinking, Jane reached over and grasped the hilt.

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An- WEll, what ever will happen? It's gettin pretty desprate isn't it! Review please!