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70’s Girl~ A Photoshoot (and a question)

Hi guys! :)

Today I decided to do a photoshoot and when I noticed Julie wasn’t wearing any clothes (heh heh – #problemsofadollcollector) I decided to get her dressed and snap a few photos of her. Enjoy! ๐Ÿ˜€










That’s all for today! I hope you enjoyed the pictures! Which one was your favorite? :)

Oh! And just a quick question – how many of you would like to see Tell Us Tuesday return? I’m thinking about bringing it back, but I want to make sure that people will participate, so please let me know what you think! :)

Have a great rest of your day! ๐Ÿ˜€

~Jaclynn~

Strum Me a Tune~ A Photostory


Samantha and Riven-Delle decided to brave the freezing cold (or at least, it was to them, being California girls) and do some shopping downtown.


Riven-Delle’s head was turned by the enchanting sound of a guitar strumming not far from where they were. She realized that the person playing looked unmistakably familiar and found herself in the middle of a big problem. Her head told her that it wasn’t wise to go up to a stranger and talk to them, but she had done it once with no harm done. Surely Samantha wouldn’t approve, but Riven-Delle felt that this boy needed help and that he wasn’t really a bad person.


“Riven-Delle, what are you looking at?” Samantha inquired once she realized her sister had suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.


Riven-Delle knew that hair – she hadn’t seen anyone else with it before. It was definitely him.

Without saying a word Riven-Delle headed in the direction of the guitar player with Samantha veryย hesitantly following behind. She absolutely hated it when people kept her from doing some serious shopping.


“Hello!” Riven-Delle greeted, a bit nervous to say anything.


The teenage boy looked up from his guitar and instantly stopped playing. The look behind his eyes expressed worry and Riven-Delle wondered what could be wrong.

“Hello….,” he said hesitantly.


“I’m sorry – aren’t you Weston? The boy from the diner? I was certain I’d seen you before,” Riven-Delle said, though she already knew it was him.

“Yeah, I guess that would be me. You got some cops hiding out nearby to take me in?” He asked, his eyes shifting around.


“No, of course not! I told you I wouldn’t turn you in,” Riven-Delle said.


He let out a quick sigh that was hardly audible and said; “Look, I don’t want to be rude, but maybe you should get going. I’m about ready to head back home now anyway.”


Riven-Delle looked down at the blue bowl with white polk-a-dots scattered around it. This was not a bowl a teenage boy would choose to use – especially in public. She couldn’t help wondering if perhaps it was stolen… Weston was definitely not living in a stable home – maybe he was even living on the streets.


“C-could you strum a song for us before we go? I heard you from a distance and it sounded great,” Riven-Delle said.


“I think we should get going, Delle,” Samantha intervened.


“One song won’t hurt. We’ll still have time for shopping,” Riven-Delle said.


“Alright, just one song and then I gotta go. My dad will kill me if I’m late for my lessons,” he said, though Riven-Delle couldn’t help doubting that he even had a father.


Riven-Delle watched curiously as he turned the knobs on his guitar to tune it. Samantha turned her head away and groaned just loud enough for Riven-Delle to hear her.


Once he had tuned up, he began to strum on his guitar an older sounding song that was full of life, making Riven-Delle tap her feet and clap her hands along.


When the song ended, Riven-Delle clapped and told him how great it was while she got her purse out to drop some money into his bowl.

“You play so well, I wouldn’t be surprised if someday you become famous!” Riven-Delle said as she dropped her money into the bowl.


A crisp 20 dollar bill to be exact.


Weston stared at it in disbelief – he hadn’t had that much money at one time in years!


“Thank you,” he said, as calmly as possible.


“Alright, Delle, let’s go now,” Samantha urged.


“Well, bye!” Riven-Delle said, feeling a bit awkward and sorry to leave him. Who knew where he would be tonight or if he even had anyone who cared about him.


Weston reached into the bowl and held the 20 dollars in his hand as he watched the girls leave. The kindness Riven-Delle had expressed meant so much to him – no one had treated him that way since he was a young boy. Except for his friend, of course, who was lying sick in bed and in need of some decent food. Thanks to Riven-Delle, he could give him just that.

Do you play an instrument? I’m learning to play the keyboard and I’m loving it! ๐Ÿ˜€ย 

~Jaclynn~

Just a note – do not talk to strangers. Riven-Delle is a bad example. XD

Also, another note – Riven-Delle and Weston are not a couple and I don’t plan to make that happen. They will just be good friends. ๐Ÿ˜‰ย 

Masquerade FINALE

Happy New Year everyone!!

*wonders why no one replied* *realizes why their mouths are hanging open*

Oh! Right! SURPRISE!!! The Masquerade finale is HERE!! ๐Ÿ˜€

I had really wanted to post this on Christmas as a present to all of you, but the weather wasn’t good for taking pictures on the only days I had available… So I decided to make it for New Years! ๐Ÿ˜€ I spent over 5 hours just prepping the dolls, setting up, and taking pictures. O_O

Okay, okay, I know you’re all excited, but let me just say thank you all so much for your patience and for loving this series so much!! I can’t tell you how much that means to me <3

Now, without further ramblings, let the show commence! (but just in case you need a refresher, here’s the last part ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

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Soon after Jeremiah’s death, Edmund found Frederic and placed him deep in the dungeon where he would spend the remainder of his days. Having Frederic so nearby did make me a little uneasy, but I could hardly worry about such things for I was busy making preparations for the biggest day of my life – marrying the man I truly love.

The music began to play, cuing my entrance. Right when I saw Edmund, I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Not tears of sadness, but of joy. He looked so incredibly handsome in his suit and smiling broadly at me as he, too, was seeing me for the first time.



Looking into his eyes, I just knew that we were thinking the same thing…

We had come so far and now here we were – about to pledge our hearts to each other for eternity.ย 

My mother watched with a tender heart and tears trickled down her cheeks. I knew this must be an especially meaningful time for her – to at last see her daughter marrying the man she loves.

When I reached Edmund, we both paused, taking in the special moment, each smiling so big our cheeks hurt.

Then he took my hand…

And we faced the pastor, ready to say our vows and be joined as one.

“With this ring I thee wed.”


I didn’t once take my eyes off of Edmund – not even to look at the ring. I would have been perfectly satisfied without a ring because I was receiving the most precious gem of all – the heart of the one I love.

“I present to you, your Prince and Princess.”

Edmund and I danced to a song that we both had loved when we were younger and for those few minutes, I felt as though I had traveled back in time, dancing with my beau to an enchanting song as he promised me that one day, he would marry me…

And we would be happier than we could ever comprehend…

Even if we had to live in a stable.

The ceremony went by so quickly and before I knew it, it was time to cut the cake.

“And we walked away together as husband and wife. From that moment on, we would never be separated.”


“And that’s the end of our story…”


“Not quite, Mama, because then you had me!” My daughter said with a gleeful expression.


“That’s right, sweetie. And soon you’ll have a baby brother,” I said with a smile.


“Oh, I can’t wait for him to come out!” Elsie cried as she held onto my belly.


“Or her; it could be a girl, you know,” Edmund said with twinkling eyes. “I’ve been wondering where you were all afternoon. It’s getting late.”


“I was just telling her our story,” I said and motioned for her to run along.


Edmund came up to me and smiled. “We have created a perfect life together, haven’t we?” He asked.

“Yes, we have,” I agreed.


“And soon it will get even better,” Edmund said, placing his hands on my belly. I looked into his eyes as he felt our unborn child moving inside me and my heart was warmed by the pure joy and love behind his eyes.

“I love you, Edmund,” I said. He looked into my eyes tenderly and replied, “I love you, Liesel.”


As we headed back inside, I watched our beautiful little girl skipping through the garden, I felt my baby moving within me, and I felt the love my husband had for me in the gentle touch of his hand. Though my life started out with a rocky beginning, things turned out alright. And I knew without a doubt thatย we would all live happily ever after – till the end of our days…

THE END

~Jaclynn~
P.S. This part made my mom cry! XDย 

Bring Me a Package ~A Photostory

Hey guys! I have a fun little photostory for ya’ll today featuring the doll with the mystery name… I’ve decided to reveal her true name for you all at last because this has just been ridiculously long… XD See, I was going to buy McKenna and have her be her twin sister, which I still plan to do at some point, but let’s start using Jane’s real name, shall we? ๐Ÿ˜‰


‘Twas six days before Christmas and ornaments elegantly adorned the Christmas tree…


Presents wrapped with care had been placed beneath the tree…


And decorations were scattered all throughout the house.


On this particular day, a girl sat on the loveseat motionless. Listening. Waiting.


Her head snapped suddenly at the sound of a truck outside that sounded very much like the mail truck.


Without a moment’s hesitation, she had leaped off the couch and dashed out the front door screaming; “THE MAIL IS HERE!!”


Her sisters, Saige and Rebecca followed the screams outside, bewildered by the sight they saw.


The screams had stopped and they found Mariah standing as still as a tree. “Uh, Mariah, are you okay?” Saige inquired.


“Wait.” Mariah said as she watched the mail carrier intently, waiting for her to come up and hand her a small brown box addressed to Mariah Johnson.


Rebecca and Saige joined her side now, looking at her quizzically. “Mariah? What are you doing?” Rebecca asked. Mariah let out a disappointed gasp as the mail carrier returned to the truck.


“WAAAITT!!! COME BACK!!” Mariah screeched. Her sisters held her back as she dashed forward.


“Mariah, what on earth is the matter?” Saige asked. Mariah whimpered and kept saying; “No. No. No.”


“It didn’t come…. I’ve been waiting for days…” Mariah said with a sniffle.


“What was it?” Rebecca inquired.

“A gift from my pen pal…,” Mariah said.


“Oh, Mariah, it’s okay. I’m sure it’ll come soon. You shouldn’t be so upset, though,” Rebecca said sweetly.


“BUT SHE ALREADY HAS MINE!! I WANT MY PRESENT! IVE BEEN WAITING ALL DAY!!” Mariah screamed.


“I know it’s disappointing, but really, you’ll get it soon, I’m sure. You just have to take your mind off of it,” Saige advised.


Mariah sighed and bent over dramatically.


“You’re right. I’m going to go hermit,” Mariah said, turning toward the house.


Saige and Rebecca watched their sister walk groggily back to the house and noticed just how pitiful she looked in her bare feet pattering against the cold concrete.


Mariah wrapped herself in a soft Christmas blanket and sat in front of the tree, staring blankly at the presents.


“What is life anymore…?” Mariah mumbled.


“Mariah! A package just came!” Saige announced with a smile, but Mariah just leaned back and closed her eyes with a sigh.

“It’s probably for someone else, Saige. My package was coming in the regular mail,” Mariah said.

“No, they came back! She said she missed it in the truck. It’s your package!” Saige explained.


Mariah’s eyes jerked open. “WHY DIDNT YOU SAY SO?!”


Mariah leaped up and ran past Saige so fast, she fell to the floor.

Saige remained on the floor, groaning inwardly at her insane sister and could hear her screaming, “GIMME MY PACKAGE!!!”

THE END

~~~~~

I hope you enjoyed! I had fun making this story. XD

People, I actually went out front to take pictures. And guess what?! A FEDEX GUY CAME AS I WAS TAKING PICTURES. So I looked back and he was looking at me quizzically so I gathered my dolls and hurried inside. Then a little bit after I had to go back out and set them up and start again. XD THEN the regular mail came by again and since it was a woman I was like – eh, whatever. So she came up and handed me the package and asked if one of my dolls was Grace. I thought that was kinda cool that she knew what my dolls were. XD

Do you like getting packages?

MERRY ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade ~Part 16

Whoo! First off, sorry for disappearing for so long! I needed it to be shady out back to take these pictures and, well, I was getting up too late and then getting tired too early, so I kept missing the shade… XD

Okay, now on with what you’ve all been waiting for! ๐Ÿ˜€


News of Jeremiah’s death came as quite a shock to me. When I asked Edmund about it, he said he suspected it was Frederic who murdered him. Believing that Edmund didn’t have a hand in it and that in fact, he had been honest with me before, I let him out. And now here we were, looking at Jeremiah’s tombstone.


“Are you alright, Liesel?” Edmund asked with concern.


“Yes, I’m fine. We didn’t love one another in the least. Though I am sorry that this all happened.” I replied.


“Do you think Frederic will come after you now?” I asked him.

“He may, but I think I can get him first.” He said.

ย 
“You won’t kill him, will you?” I questioned.ย 

“No, not at all. I’m not like them.”


I let out a sigh of relief and looked to the distance. “I feel at peace now. I feel – free. Like I can live as I please. I can be happy now.” I said in a faint whisper.


“I can understand that. I feel much the same way.” Edmund agreed.


Edmund stepped closer to me and gently lifted my hand into his and said, “This can be a fresh start for us.”


“Now that you’re unmarried, the kingdom needs to be secure. The people will expect you to marry again before long.” He said, a gleam in his eye. I felt my heartbeat quicken as he spoke.


“Yes, I suppose so.” I said, trying to hide my smile.


“I’d be honored if you would ever consider choosing me, Liesel.” He said, holding both of my hands now.


I just smiled and hugged him, feeling safe and secure in his arms. “I more than consider you, Edmund. I choose you.

~~~~~

Okay guys. Finale is next. Are ya’ll excited or sad? ;D

~Jaclynn~

Posters for Masquerade!

Hi everyone! Mya recently asked me if I could make some posters for Masquerade, so today I got to work on that! I can’t believe I never made these sooner… Thanks for asking for the posters, Mya! :)


*giddy laugh* I’m really happy with how this one turned out! :)


My heart…. *sobs*


Thanks to Emma for creating the shipping name! Awe, I’m so honored to have my very first shipping name created! ๐Ÿ˜€ I’m going to start creating shipping posters (like the above) that you all can put on your sidebar if you ship those characters! Feel free to do so with this one and make sure to link back to my Masquerade page ๐Ÿ˜‰





So that’s all of them! You’re absolutely welcome to print these out or put them on your blog’s sidebar (I’d appreciate a link back ๐Ÿ˜‰ )! :)

Oh, and also, I decided to show you some edits I sent to Emma when she was mad at me for killing off Jeremiah….


Hee hee hee hee….


BWAHAHAHAHA!!! XD

Okay, I’ve had my fill of evilness for today. XD

Also, Emma sent me this….


LOLOL! She’s very mad. XD

Okie dokie then! I hope you like the posters!! ๐Ÿ˜€

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade ~Part 15

Okay, guys. There should be one or 2 more parts after this one. Are ya’ll ready? *sinister grin*

POV of Jeremiah:

“You wanted to see me.” Frederic said once he saw me approaching.


“Yes. We have a problem.” I said.

“What is it this time?” He inquired.


“Remember that little task I had you do a few years back?” I asked.


“You mean the one where you had me kill your new bride’s father?” He asked.

“Yes, that one.” I confirmed.

“What about it?” He pushed.


“The witness is back. He’s threatening to tell everyone about what we did.”


Frederic looked to the side and let out a satisfied sigh. “Well, that means I can kill him now.”


“No. We can’t kill him. He’s Liesel’s old beau. She would never forgive me if we killed him.” I said.


“The witness…. Is your wife’s old beau? And you don’t want me to kill him? I’d think that would make you want him gone more than ever!” Frederic said through gritted teeth.


“So what do you plan to do then?” He inquired and I could tell he was frustrated.


“I don’t know. For the moment he’s locked in the dungeon and can do us no harm. But it’s only a matter of time before Liesel requests his release. We need to think of something soon.” I stated.


“He needs to die, Jeremiah. As he long as he lives he will be a threat. I won’t go to prison and I will notย be hanged.” He growled, not making eye contact.


“No! I will not allow you to kill him. I want a chance to be happy with Liesel and that would ruin it.” I said firmly.


“We’ll meet back here tomorrow to discuss our plans.” I said and Frederic stayed unmoving.


As I walked away, I heard a trigger click back.


I turned around and saw Frederic pointing a gun at me with a scowl on his face. “What are you doing?” I asked, afraid for my life.


“I told you, I will not die for what you had me do. You won’t let me kill the witness, so I’ll kill you instead.” He said with disdain. I stood petrified and all too fast –


– he pulled the trigger.

~~~~~

*insert sad music here*

RIP Jeremiah….

~Jaclynn~

Photos From The Past

Hi everyone! Recently I was going through some old pictures I took from like 2009-ish, and I thought it would be fun to show you all :)

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First off, this is a picture of all my stuffed animals (at that time) set up on my floor as Spirit preached to them about the Prodigal Son. I called it Beanie Church ๐Ÿ˜‰ Oh, and you see that little white goat down there that’s tied up? Yeah… He’s bad so he had to be tied up to keep him from going crazy. Kinda funny that his name is Fred the Friendly Goat, isn’t it? XD

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I took this photo of Beth around Christmas time. I think she looks so precious :)

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O_O Did that really used to be all I had? I can’t even remember what that was like! XD Oh, just an FYI for those who don’t know, but Addy and Josefina are my sister’s dolls ๐Ÿ˜‰

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I played Little House on The Prairie/country a LOT when I was little. Here we have Felicity and Addy doing some mending ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Kirsten making some eggs :) (OH MY GOSH HER HAIR!!! :O )

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Josefina tending to the baby :)

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This was another time when I was playing “real life”. Felicity, Addy, and Caleb are all playing with cars on this mat I had, while Kirsten, Kendra, and Josefina play with their dolls :)

 

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Beth looking all sweet :)

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And for a bonus, this is a picture of my room after I cleaned it all up. It looks so different now. O_O I’ll have to show you guys what my room looks like now sometime ๐Ÿ˜‰

Well, I hope you enjoyed taking a stroll through memory lane with me! I love having these pictures to look back to :)

Do you have photos of things you used to play when you were little?

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade ~Part 14

Whoa. That felt so weird to write “part 14” up there! This is quite long, isn’t it? ๐Ÿ˜‰

Ready for some heartbreak? Good, good. Then here we go….


After being knocked out and dragged mercilessly to the dungeon, ย I found myself half wishing Liesel would come down and half wishing she wouldn’t.


Oh, Liesel….ย Ever since our talk in the field, I thought of her more than ever. I longed to be with her, but knew I had to get used to us being apart. She was a married woman, after all, and I had to respect that.


“Enjoying your stay?” A familiar voice said that snapped me out of my thoughts. Jeremiah. I looked and saw him staring at me intently, his hand on the hilt of his sword.


“What do you want?” I inquired with disgust.


“To offer you a choice. Either you confess to the world that you killed Liesel’s father and stay in the dungeon for eternity, or I kill you. The choice is yours.” Jeremiah said, his voice hoarse.


“I choose…. To confess. To confess that I am the witnessย and that you had her father killed.ย And even more than that, I’ll tell them all about your secret gambling establishment in the next kingdom, hidden deep under the ground. And all you hold dear will be taken from you – your life.” I growled.


Jeremiah pulled out his sword and pointed it towards me. “You’d better watch what you say, Edmund. You have one last chance.ย Now what do you choose?!” He bellowed.


I stumbled to get up and stepped closer to him and said, “I choose vengeance.”


Jeremiah placed his sword under my chin and stared at me with gritted teeth. “I know you want to kill me, so why don’t you?” I asked, testing his courage. “I think you’re afraid, you’re afraid to kill someone yourself. That’s why you had Frederic do your dirty work for you, isn’t it?”


“Stop!” Liesel yelled as she rushed in. Surely the sight of her husband pointing a sword at her old beau was an awkward sight.


“Jeremiah, what’s going on? Why is Edmund locked up?” She inquired.


“He blames me for murdering your father! If this gets out, I could be murdered myself! He’s a scoundrel!” Jeremiah growled.


I saw the shock in Liesel’s eyes, though she was trying to hide it. “A moment alone please, Jeremiah.” Liesel requested and he stomped off.


“Edmund, is what Jeremiah said true? You think he killed my father?” She asked.


“Liesel, I know this must be hard for you to comprehend, but you have to believe me. Jeremiah had him killed!” I insisted.

“Oh, Edmund…” She turned her head away and became silent. “Liesel, it’s true.” I said.


She closed her eyes and stood completely still. I could tell she was trying not to cry, I had seen her do this before.


“Why would he have my father killed?” She asked after a moment of silence.

“Because he owed him money that he couldn’t pay. Jeremiah owns a secret gambling establishment that your father used to go to. It’s where he lost everything and why you and your mother had to move away in order to escape the debts.” I explained and I saw a tear trickle down her cheek.


“Edmund.” She said as she reached her hand through the bars. I leaned closer and she placed her fingers on my cheek. “Edmund I want to believe you. But I can’t.” She said, her voice cracking.


I instantly backed away and looked at her in shock. “Why don’t you believe me? Do you really trust Jeremiah, a man you barely know, more than me?”

ย 

“It just seems kind of funny to me that you suddenly show up shortly after I marry him, ask my forgiveness, and then accuse Jeremiah of murdering my father. It’s like you’re trying to break us apart. Like you’re trying to win me back. But that can’t happen, Edmund. I made a vow and I intend to keep it.”


Tears began to blur my vision. I turned away and whispered, “Leave me.” And she left.ย 

How could she accuse me of such a thing? Her words stung me. It was a pain unlike any I had felt before. She didn’t trust me anymore. And now I didn’t know where my fate lied….

~~~~~

*sigh* I need to go hug Weston/Edmund.

Stay tuned for another part coming soon! ๐Ÿ˜€

~Jaclynn~

Masquerade~ Part 12

Hiiii! I’m so sorry I kinda disappeared for a week. We went somewhere pretty much every day last week and the days I was home, I just wasn’t feeling good ๐Ÿ˜‰ I hope you all had a Happy 4th of July! ๐Ÿ˜€

Okay, enough of my rambling, let’s get on with what you’ve all been waiting for – Masquerade!! Oh! And here’s the link to the previous part in case you need a refresher ๐Ÿ˜‰


Edmund walked up to me, a nervous expression on his face. “Hello, Liesel.” He greeted once we were about 2 feet apart.


I wished he hadn’t greeted me as though nothing was wrong. It made it harder for me to say something, so I got straight to the point – “What are you doing here?”


He turned his head toward his horse and sighed, in a way that told me this conversation was going to be hard for him. “I needed to see you and….explain things.” He said and I held my breath. I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear this.


“Edmund, I’m not sure I want to hear this right now…” I trailed off, but he said-

“Liesel, please. I’ve traveled a long way to see you.” I considered his feelings and how he must be struggling, so I nodded for him to continue. “I know you’ve always wondered why I left you so suddenly. And ever since that day, I’ve regretted never explaining things to you.” He turned his head to the side and stared into the distance, as though he could see the past right before him.


“So why did you leave?” I pressed.


“I left because – because I felt responsible for your father’s death.” He stumbled over the words and I was about to say something, but he gave me a look that told me he had more to say. “Liesel I was there when your father was killed. I should have prevented it, but I was too afraid. Because of me, your father isn’t here anymore.” He took in a shaky breath and looked at his feet in shame.


“You mean – you could have saved my father, but you didn’t? And that’s why you left?” I asked, tears blurring my vision.


“Yes. I couldn’t bear to tell you the truth. I was too ashamed that I did nothing…ย So that’s why I left. To spare your feelings.” He said.


“Oh, Edmund…. The only feelings you spared were your own. First I lost my father, then the only man I ever loved a week later – I was broken. And now – now I feel that I’m right back in that same place.” Tears trickled down my cheeks as I spoke. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold them back.


“Liesel, I am so sorry,” Edmund said as he laid his hands on me, “I should never have left you, especially after you lost your father. I should have been there for you, but instead I only made things worse.”


“I’ve never forgotten you, Liesel. You’ve been on my mind and heart for years. I know I’ve hurt you, and I wouldn’t blame you if you never forgave me, but I just want you to know how truly sorry I am. You’ll always have a friend in me.”

ย 

I looked into his deep brown eyes and I realized how sincere he was. Thinking over how he felt and the secret he had to bear for all those years, I understood that he had struggled almost as much as I had. I managed to give him a slight grin and say, “I forgive you, Edmund.”


“Thank you.” He said and he smiled at me as he never had before – the smile of a forgiven man.

~~~~~

I was about to type “The End”, but I was like – this series isn’t over yet! XD

Next part coming soon! ๐Ÿ˜€

~Jaclynn~

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