MANY THANKS TO darthcat FOR THE IDAE FOR THIS CHAPTER! Please follow her! She is HIGHLY EPIC! :)

"okey, how about jack and sof meet again but begin to realise they don't have feelings for eachother. They still want to remain friends and jack says that she should be with pitch and he admits that he has also fallen in love with someone else ( will describe her later if you want me to) so she goes to see pitch and realises that even without the spell she loves him and he loves her. They confess to one another and end up making love;-);-);-)"

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*Sofina's P.O.V.*

'Tell him what you've been thinking, come on. You are strong and-' I thought to myself.

"Sofina, I have been meaning to tell you something that-"

"Jack, I don't love you anymore. I am actually in LOVE with Pitch." I laughed a little, "After he un-cursed me, I saw him for who he really was. A sweetheart who just wants to be loved."

"I was going to say, something, like that. We should stay in touch, maybe." His voice dropped as he said that.

"Just wondering, why don't you love me anymore?" I was upset and almost hurt, but I had no reason to be since I found Pitch.

"I-I-I don't really know. You haven't been a part of my life for a few years now, and I sorta gave up looking for you. I hoped that you would just show up here, at my doorstep, begging for me, but those feelings went away. I-I-I-I just can't really talk about it." he started getting choked up.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry. I-I never ment-"

"Go. Now, this was never meant to be. Leave." His voice growing angrier by the second, I got up and turned around to leave.

I didn't go anywhere when I tried to walk away from my ex-fiance.

'Look at your feet, NOW!' I thought, and when I did…

BAM!

All I remember was my head hitting the ground with a thud, the black, quiet, sadness.

There was a memory, replaying in my head.

It was the day my mom died, a memory I have always wanted to forget, but was never able to.

I was four, didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, watching strange, tall men load her into the back of a truck and drive away. My dad came over to me and told me that I was stupid and pathetic and shouldn't have been born. I was a mistake. I ran off, crying like a little girl who had just gotten something taken away from her, but for good.

That day, I ran so far that I didn't know where I was. I yelled out for him, the one who earlier yelled at me for no reason, except to call me a mistake. I yelled and yelled until my voice was sore, then sat on the side of the road. I still, to this day, have no idea how long it was until he finally came to my rescue.

"Dad!" I saw his truck and leaped up, my legs shaking from coldness and being weak from running.

On his face was planted a scowl, 'Uh-oh,' I thought, 'Time for a beating...' But then he got out of the truck and picked me up.

"Don't you ever run away like that again." His voice firm, yet soft and compelling.