Jades p.o.v (in case your having a mind numbing Tuesday…) Oh, I used Pink's song (heartbreaker) as a motivational kick in the ass while writing this.) Remember, review! Purdy please?

I laid in my bed. Trying to bury myself deep into the layer of protection, in this soft cocoon in the form of my blankets, head in my pillow. I wanted him to come, but then I wanted him to leave for a while. Is this what will become of us, every day, the constant desired change within one another? Am I wrong to want to see him happy, secure, and safe here with me?

Why can't I have someone to accept me and love me for me? Am I such a horrible person after all? Iv'e done it for him. What has brought him to be like this? This wasn't the man I knew, this wasn't the man I planned on being happily ever after with. "Happily ever after," what a joke."

Hearing footsteps, I hunkered in deeper in my quilts. Trying to hide my self as best as I could. How I hated myself, I normally would have jumped out of bed and blew his mind with my arguments and insights. But what he seemed to be doing was working…breaking my spirit. I had a life of adventure, and freedom, and it seems as I am letting it slip out of my fingers, for him. Love is so blinding.

He called my name. Hearing him walk around the bed to face me, I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. It was hard, since my chest heaved quickly, my jaw hurting, chocking the sobs. I must not show defeat. I can't let him win. This was what I often did all my life as a survival mechanism. The voice in my head telling me "I am fine, I don't deserve this mental wreckage, things will get better", but the voice never came.

He called my name again. I didn't acknowledge it.

"Jade...my sweet, please"? Hearing him plead to me, it made me so weak. I felt him lay down beside me, arm around my waist.

"I know you're not asleep, I can feel you moving." My eyelids stung as I opened them, from weeping all night. Suddenly, I was getting lost in the sunrise outside my window. He began to speak.

"My sweetheart…I love you. You know that. I did some thinking last night. Your right, I knew you had this curse,"- he groaned. "I mean talent, before I asked you that life sealing question. We will get through this. Hell, I think you're the braver one, and I am a hunter." I heard him laugh softly at his statement. I felt his hand in my hair. I wanted to lean back into him, but then I needed to stand my ground.

"We seem to be two lost people, and we found each other, as fate planned for us. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I was so wrong to ask you such a thing to do…to get rid of your gift. If that's what makes you happy, then I will live with it. I can't have everything I want. No one can. And what you said about those people making fun of men being controlled by their wives, your right. It's not them I need to please, it' you. You are to be with me for the rest of my life, the mother of my children, the one who will be there to experience anything I encounter. I am sorry. You will never hear me speak like that again. I feel horrible I have to leave. After this, I will come back and make it up to you."

I felt him leaning in closer, laying a kiss on my head.

"I'll have to say, you gave me quite a scare last night, not sure if you know this, but your eyes darken up…a lot. I wonder if you got that from the dark one…his eyes would turn like that as well when enraged. You are probably the first woman ever, to frighten me." I smiled at his twisted compliment.

"Well, I will let you rest. I assume you'd like me out of your hair for a couple days. I will be back before you know it. I love you," he said. I felt his kiss on my head again, a quick rub on my shoulder, then heard him walk down to the main floor, the giant entry doors shutting, then locking.

That's when I let the tears fall…

Jade woke up from her dream. She was expecting a nightmare with Mr. Gold, or that imp like version of him known as Rumplestiltskin. Instead, she got a bittersweet dream of this Baelfire, who seemed to be a dead ringer for Evan.

All she remembered was coming home hours ago, frightened beyond her own breaking point, near to tears. She didn't like how Mr. Gold handled her reaction. He seemed suspicious, as if he expected her to act like that, like he wanted her to realize something.

Jade decided to get out of bed and dressed, slipping into a dark pair of blue denim skinny jeans, an off the shoulder red and black striped sweater, and her favorite knee high boots. She had a rehearsal with a bunch of high school seniors and juniors, remembering how it was to be younger; she did not want to be kept waiting. She was eager to be on that stage tonight, as much as them. "Thank goodness for teenagers," she thought. They could be running around town tonite, causing gray hair or baldness to their parent's, but they decided to help her out with her song. Such a winning bunch. Jade smiled at the thought.