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Don't own. Want to. But don't.

I wanna believe in love again

I wanna believe

I wanna believe in love again

Tired of living this way, tired of everyday

So will you help me

I wanna break through

I wanna believe in you."

"Believe" Britt Nicole

Tooth touched the pages with gentle fingers, Leecey's pain echoing through the ages. "You know… we never did consider the pain Jack's family dealt with after he died…maybe because there was nothing we could do about that." Tooth turned to the picture in the front, looking again at the smiling children; then flipped back to the next entry, June 19, 1713.

Huh. Sometimes life does funny things to you. Today I was asked by one of the younger kids if I believed in the Tooth Fairy; then Mary said I was too old for 'Fairy Tales'. I suddenly remembered someone asking Jack a similar question when I lost a tooth years ago. His response was my response; "You're never too old to believe." It's funny that I was asked that, because I still do; I believe in the Guardians. But I think I only do it for Jack. Some people might tease me for it; but as long as I remember Jack, I will believe. And I'll never forget Jack.

July 4, 1713

I'm sitting with the younger kids at the bonfire tonight. It's not the same without Jack telling his stories, but it brings a little bit of Jack back for a little while. I'm starting to lose my writing light, but I'm not willing to put away my journal yet.

Leecey was hunched over the book, writing in the light of the dying fire. A few other kids played games nearby.

Jack made it for me for Christmas but I never got around to writing in it until after he was gone. Maybe guilt makes me keep writing; or maybe I hope Jack can read my writing. He told me that a part of his heart was in it because he had made it himself; he even drew the picture in the front.

The handwriting got a little messier.

Dang it. There goes my light. I should head home.

August 23, 1713

Jack; if you can see this- and even if you can't- I want you to know I still remember your song. The one about the seasons- -White fades to brown, as it changes to green. Green becomes emerald, before melting to brown. White falls once more, moving on the endless cycle. Everything old becomes new again, and all that was lost is found.

As fall moves in- knowing winter is coming- I remember even more. I can't change the seasons, just as I can't bring you back; but I can watch and believe in a new beginning. That seems like all I have anymore; belief, hope, and memories.

September6, 1713

Winter seems to be moving in early this year. We've already had a snowstorm. Winter seems to last so long now, starting early and ending late.

Leecey watched the snow cover the ground from the window. She blinked at a blur of movement but when she turned to look nothing was there.

Sometimes, during the snow, I think I see something out of the corner of my eye but when I turn to get a better look nothing's there. I'm starting to wonder if it's all in my imagination.

November 30, 1713

I can't believe that kid! One of the newer kids in the village STOLE my book! I've been looking for it frantically for over a month and some stupid kid with sticky fingers had taken it. I'm so relieved I found it, things just haven't seemed right without being able to write.

Christmas is coming up; I wonder what St. Nick will do this year? I've already sent a letter to him telling to forget my personal gift this year and do something for the whole village. Or for Mama. I decided I wanted the feeling I had at Easter more often- it made the pain of losing Jack a bit more bearable- so I want to make other people smile for Christmas.

December 24, 1713

It's Christmas Eve. Mama and I made sweet rolls, like we do every year. I set one aside for you, Jack; out of habit. When I realized what I'd done, Mama and I cried a little, then we split the roll.

A tiny Christmas tree stood in a corner and the room was filled with the smell of pine, sugar, and baking bread. Leecey was curled up with her mom in front of the fire, watching the bread bake.

Mama's telling me to go to sleep. I guess I'd better- don't want St. Nick to skip over the area 'cause I'm still awake.

December 25, 1713

I woke up this morning to Christmas colors; St. Nick had decked the whole village in green, red, and gold. There's a huge Christmas tree in the village square and everyone brought something to the Christmas bonfire. He gave me a personal gift as well; a new dress and winter cloak. Another snow war was started and I played from the beginning this time. I had a lot of fun; I think you'd have been happy. Merry Christmas, Jack.

December 31, 1713

Hey…. New Years, already? I wonder if there's a Guardian for New Year's like there is for Easter and Christmas.

Tooth grinned; an image of Xin, the spirit of New Year's - with her silver hair covered in confetti and glitter, and star speckled cat-suit - appeared in her mind.

The only bad thing about New Year's is that it means another year without you, Jack. But I've decided I'm going to keep smiling - to keep making others smile – like you always did.

Hey... I'm in need of ideas for more entries... I have some ideas but I''m not ready to use them yet. I think I need to fill one more year before I can use what I have in mind. Speaking of which... brownie points and a hug from Leecey to whoever can guess what the climax! (Clues are in the summary and journal entries. Good Luck!)

Now... I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do this but... I was wondering if y'all could stop by and check out Return of the Guardians by my friend WavelengthConnection. She's new to fanfiction and wants to know how she's doing. So read and review for her. Please? Thanks!

-ImagineShine