~Chapter 3~

AN: Well, chapter three. This takes place a few weeks after Jack's death. Will Elizabeth's plan work? Will she and Jack be reunited? Read to find out.

~Elizabeth's P.O.V., a few weeks later~

I couldn't believe it. I was finally alone. I still cried my eyes out everyday, but people had decided I just needed time to get used to Jack being gone and decided I didn't need to be watched anymore. Bad move. I went to the kitchen and got a blade, then, went to the garden. Once I was sure my parents were asleep, I jabbed the blade into my stomach and dropped to the ground before everything went black.

~A few hours later~

"Elizabeth." I heard. I opened my eyes and found it was the man in the moon talking to me. "You lost your life to love, but love shall return to you." He said. I got up and walked over to a window. I had all my memory, so when I saw the changes, I couldn't believe I was looking at myself. I had white hair, and I mean white like SNOW white. My hair used to be jet black. Not only that, but I had stripes of pink and red in my hair. My grey eyes were now blue. Other than that, my physical appearance was the same. My black mourning dress was replaced with a colourful dress much like the ones I wore when figure skating, and the mourning ring that was once on my right index finger was gone completely. When I killed myself, I was wearing the boots from a pair of old figure skates without blades that had belonged to my mother, but now I had a pair of red boots. A bow and some pink and red arrows were laying across the garden, and I walked over to them. All this red and pink, and the message from the man in the moon suddenly made sense. I was brought back to spread love. I wanted to know so badly why I was brought back if I'd died to be reunited with Jack, but something silver caught my eye.

"W-who's there?" I asked nervously, following the flash. I heard the sound of branches breaking and turned around. What met me was an icy blue stare of a boy who looked like Jack. But it couldn't be, could it…

"J-jack?" I asked. The look on the boy's face was that of confusion. If it was really Jack, he must not remember me. But I couldn't show my sadness. I had lost my life because of that.

"W-who are you?" He asked. "H-how do you know my name?" He didn't remember. Or he didn't recognize me.

"Jack, it's me. Elizabeth. Don't you remember me?" Uh oh. Tears were forming in my eyes. 'Do. Not. Cry.' I though to myself. I fought back tears as long as I could.

"N-no. Should I?" He asked. That's when I couldn't hold back the tears. "What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing his hand against my back. But I couldn't say anything. I was crying to hard. I jus couldn't believe I'd given up my life to be with him, and he didn't even remember me? I wanted to punch him for it, but he would probably end up hating me for it. I just kept crying and crying, and he kept trying to calm me down. I finally managed to say something.

"I can't believe you don't remember me." I said. "I gave my life for a love who forgot me." I mumbled, but he seemed to have heard me.

"What was that?" He asked.

"I gave my life for a love who forgot me." This time, I said it louder and almost with hate towards him.

"Maybe someday that love will remember you." He said, putting his hand on my left shoulder. 'I doubt it!' I wanted to scream at him, but I just decided to say something kinder.

"I can only hope." I said sadly.

"Aw, don't be like that. He'll remember someday. I know it." He didn't know he was the one who forgot he loved me.