i just wanna say… thanks for all the reviews i've gotten, they mean so much to me. my friends… we're… i'm… i'm drifting away from them. or they from me, it's hard to tell… only that… it's gone now, our closeness, our friendship. i miss them so much, and yet it seems as if there is nothing i can do. i feel so alone… the one close friend i still have… we'd don't get to talk that much… but i would be lost without him. and you guys, you're helping me to, more than you can know. it might seem pathetici suppose, but that's how it is.
i dedicate this to all of my reviewers, past and present. thanks for being here when no one else is.
right now writing this story is holding me together. this chapter is short, but i'm going to post another very soon (today ah hope). this chapter needed to be short.
maybe i'm writing this because i need to believe that friends and love can exist, even for someone like me.
the song is Caribbean Blue, by Enya, my favorite musician. if you've never heard of her (as most haven't), she does Celtic/New Age music… with voice blending and it's absolutely amazing.

She looked tired and weary, and then she rolled over so that he could not see the tears that started down her face…

Title:
caribbean blue
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He looked on in horror as she turned away… turning away from him, from them, from the only thing he'd ever wanted. He found himself stumbling toward her, his eyes wide with fear. Millions of thoughts pounded in his head… perhaps he'd been wrong to come back?

They both gave a start when the floor creaked. From across the room Jubilee rolled over and moaned in her sleep. Logan stopped moving, sadness filling his eyes. His love was over there crying, and there was nothing he could do about it.

so the world goes round and round
with all you ever knew
they say the sky, high above
is Caribbean blue

Marie lay there, thinking. She'd heard him try to come closer. She'd seen the look in his eyes and knew that he had missed her…

if every man says all he can,
if every man is true,
do I believe the sky above
is Caribbean blue?

…missed her, maybe even loved her?

She gained control of herself and stopped crying. She pushed herself to a sitting position and sat for a moment. Somehow she knew that everything would be ok.

if all you told was turned to gold,
if all you dreamed were new,
imagine sky high above
in Caribbean blue

A small smile crept onto her face, and the fire that had been missing from her eyes since his departure suddenly returned. She silently got up from her bed and started walking towards the door.

Logan's face brightened for a moment, but she pushed right past him and began to walk down the hall…
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more coming soon, i promise.