Author's Note: It's me! I'm ba-ack! I hope you didn't miss me! Or maybe you did! Whatevs!

Day Thirteen: Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

She waited for what felt like an eternity. She just stood, waiting for him to come.

She paced back and forth, making soft sounds on the hard floor. The sunlight from daybreak was starting to peek in from outside. Soon, the opportunity would leave again for them to escape together. That, she couldn't bear. She needed to leave, with him and now.

She sighed, leaning against the balcony as she looked out to the meadow. This meadow, once so innocent and associated with her childhood, was now the keeper of one of her darkest secrets.

She kenw the blades of the grass couldn't tell a soul about her indiscretions, but maybe someone else would. Then she would hve to be the scarlet letter. She, who had nothing but her family name. She, who, as a woman, did not have anything to live by except for her father's givings.

And she would give it all away for him.

He, with the strong hands and the strong heart, would become her other half. He would be her soulmate. He would be her devotion. She knew this all, and still would consent to it. Wasn't this what they call "stupid" or "misogyny"? Was she really about to sign away everything for a man?

Yes, in the name of love.

Somewhere deep down, she wondered if this would be her own folly. She wondered if he was just playing her all along, hoping that she would make the mistake to run away with him, then abandon her in a world that she had never known.

But then she thought that should this all happen, it would not be the same man that she met and fell in love with. It wouldn't be the same one she was willing to give anything and everything up for.

And she needed him now more than ever.

Something strange was happening. She slid down onto the ground, smoothing out her large skirt made of fine silks and threads. She thought and thought about it.

She couldn't describe the situation at all, but she felt…out of place whenever she was around her family. It was like…she was suddenly different. And she began feeling sick all the time. Her mother and father even called a doctor to check in on her. He couldn't find anything blatantly wrong with her.

Was she dying?

The thought crossed her mind before; it was a plausible theory. Maybe you really could die for your sins. She was most definitely a sinner. She was fairly sure she was going to hell now for her misdoings. And if her father found out…maybe death would be preferred over his wrath.

The whole day had passed and she had done nothing but pace back and forth. The servants had found her on the balcony, not sure what to make of her state. They had willed her into her room and tried to get her to explain what was wrong.

She knew she couldn't tell them, for if she did, they would certainly be in troubled with her stern parents. She didn't want to fathom what they might've done to her servants if they knew she ran off with a boy and didn't tell them or stop her.

She decided to write a letter for the three of them, hoping they wouldn't see it until she left.

After dusk, she told them to go back to their chambers; she would be going to sleep and wanted time alone.

Really, she stepped out onto the balcony, holding a necklace she was given on her fifteenth birthday; it was a beautiful family heirloom.

She sat down, examining the necklace. It was a silver bird in a cage, fitted with emeralds, sapphires, rubies, a small diamond, and the glass songbird with a pearl in its beak.

She realized, with some kind of dreaded certainty, that this was the only thing she'd be taking with her from home. She was planning to start completely anew.

She heard rustling and went on-guard immediately. She looked up, seeing nothing in the moonlight except for her flickering candle, which seemed to be melting rather quickly.

She relaxed a little, only to tense up the second she heard another rustle down below.

"Who goes there?"

There was no answer, just more rustling. Frightened, she took the candle and looked over the rail.

"Spencer!"

She looked towards the ivy vines climbing up the stone adjacent to her balcony and nearly dropped the candle.

She helped him onto the balcony, where they embraced for what felt like the first time in a century.

"I thought you weren't going to come," she admitted.

"I almost went to the balcony of your parents," he told her. "In this darkness, it's hard to tell where anything is."

"It doesn't matter. Can we just go?" she pleaded before blowing out her candle.

"You're not telling anyone?"

She shook her head. "I left notes for my servants. I wanted them to know. I told Maria to tell my sister and say she had nothing to do with it. Hopefully, they'll understand," she said before putting the necklace around her neck and hiding the impressive pendant in the bodice of her dress.

"Let's go," she said before hopping over the balcony and climbing onto the ivory.

He looked very impressed by her adroitness. "You must have a lot of practice with this."

She gave him a playful look. "How else would I have been able to sneak out and see you?" she asked before jumping off the vines, onto the ground.

He quickly followed suit, taking her hand after landing on the ground.

"How did you manage to scale the wall?" she asked as soon as they encountered the tall stone walls (perhaps symbolic of the impenetrable walls they erected around their hearts).

He took her hand, leading her to an unfinished section of the walls.

"I can't believe I never noticed this," she murmured as she led her through the small gap in the wall.

She looked up in amazement at the night sky. He stared at her in wonder.

"You look like you've never seen the stars," he said.

She shook her head. "I have, it's just…it's never looked as beautiful as it does now, when I'm finally free."

"Just imagine how beautiful it will look once we've gotten far, far away from here," he responded with a smile.

She nodded in agreement, picking up her dress as she followed. The superfluous material was getting in the way of everything.

"I don't know where she went," a voice from inside the walls called.

Spencer froze. She couldn't tell who it was, except for that the voice was feminine.

"I'll go out and look for her. I wonder where she went. Didn't Maria tell you that she went to sleep?" another, more masculine, cvoice replied.

She suddenly realized: it was her sister, Melissa, and her husband. Her husband, who hated her and would stop at nothing to tattle and get her in trouble.

"We have to go. Come on," she beckoned.

Her heartbeat hastened when she heard foreign footsteps get closer.

"Spencer," he whispered as he led her into a forest nearby the Hastings' property. He pulled her close to him, the only way that they could both go unseen by Melissa's husband.

Spencer even held her breath as she watched her sister's husband pass by them, but thankfully not notice.

"Spencer? Are you out here?" he asked.

Spencer bit her lip, as though some part of her wanted to jump out. She went with her better judgment and didn't, though.

Soon enough, he was gone and the two pulled away from each other.

"Please, just get me out of here," she said. "I want to be where there aren't any watchdogs like him," she said, not even wanting to utter her brother-in-law's name.

He smiled, nodding as he whisked her away.

Spobyforever259: Well, I figured, how much of one POV can you guys take? I'll have almost 200 one-shots by the time this is over, so I wanted to switch it up! And yes, I cannot believe how many people actually believed me. Internet sarcasm. We need to learn this.

AL3110: Don't thank me, thank my iPhone. It chose your jam, not me.

eveningshades1107: I can just do that :) I'm special :) I like making bitchy characters multi-faceted! Hasn't anyone learned that about me yet? It seems no. I guess I am more enigmatic than I will ever know.

Guest: Thank you so much, and I'm glad you liked it!

Okay, so what I was going for was...I don't know what I was going for. I think I was trying to write Spencer as a princess or something or someone with a lot of social power, kind of set in that era, with Toby being an outsider of sorts. A bit of a Romeo and Juliet thing, but I actually like Toby and Spencer and Toby are a lot smarter than Juliet and Romeo. I'm sorry, I just hate Romeo SO MUCH, but I can rant on that tomorrow.

I tried doing the whole old-timey English thing, but I totally failed. Forgive me :)

Next one shot is on Bluebird by Christina Perri. It's such a darling, cute little song and I hope you like it. I think it will be a very sweet one-shot. I've already got the idea planned out.

So review/follow/favorite? :) -Kayson