Sharon slipped through the door, trying her best not to attract too much attention. If it weren't for her sister, she wouldn't even be here today. She just knew that everybody's eyes would be on here; the gossipers probably didn't wait to infest the whole town with the latest piece of juicy news.

Avoiding the center of the room, she stuck to the walls. Finally, Sarah noticed Sharon and quickly excused herself from the company closing in around her. She skillfully made her way across the room, and reached her sister, even though every eye had turned in their direction now.

"Sharon! You came!" She threw her arms around Sharon, and hugged her tightly.

"Hi, little sister. Congratulations with the engagement." They let go of each other, Sharon holding her sister at arms' length. "I hope you and Timothy will have a blessed future together." They hugged each other again.

"Thanks, sis. And thank you for coming."

"Anything for you." She smiled at her sister, and then urged her to leave again. "You have guests to tend to."

The minutes sped by, and she listened to every sour tale and word circling about her and...him. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and she fled outside. She listened to the crickets and the solitary owl. The world behind her disappeared, until she heard it. Their song...Her and Hobart's song...

The tears started trickling down her cheeks. All their moments together flooded her mind and memory. They were incredible together. The perfect couple. They fit like a glove to a hand. Like ice cream to summer. Like rain to a rainforest.

Mistrust...It is strong enough to kill any relationship...She slipped her head into her hands, feeling all those doubts and fears flooding through her body. She remembered him...His green eyes...So bewitching...His black, curly hair, that always fell over his forehead...The way he laughed...The way he treated her like...like a queen. His queen. And when he sang the song to her...His deep voice believing in every word:

We even counted us out

We weren't sure we'd make it

But we've learned

No matter what they dish out

It's nothing, we can take it.

"You know, this used to be our song..." She swung around, but it wasn't just another mirage. It really was him this time. Looking like he was hit by a train, haven't slept in days, and was hiding from some secret intelligence agency. Well, probably not the first and third descriptions. Only like he haven't slept in days. He looked downright awful.

"I remember..." She murmured, her voice hitching as he stepped closer. He came to stop in front of her, dropping to one knee. He grabbed a hold of her two hands, and looked up at her.

"Sharon...I can't live like this...I know you have had reason to doubt me. But, I love you. And when I love somebody, this...incredible thing happens. I don't lie to them. I tell them only the truth, and nothing but it. You haven't believed me, but I never lied to you. And I never will. Please, give me another chance? Believe me, please...I just want one more chance..."

"Yes..." She whispered, before sinking down to her knees as well. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and murmured into his ear, "We'll go down in history...They'll describe our love...As incredible..." She paused for a bit. "I've always loved that part the most..."

"Me too..." He pulled away a little, and then sealed their reunion with a kiss.