Cross ignored the sounds but secretly felt justice. He walked into his old room and laid on the bed without even taking off his uniform. In the morning he would go talk to Jenny Walsh. She would know how hard it was to talk about what happened. She would know how he felt. She always did.

(Wow greatest ending EVER!!!! Whoever wrote it is a GOOOD lol)

Jack rose in the morning and akwardly pulled on civilian clothes again.

(*claps slowly*)

"Ma, is there anything I can do?"

Mrs. Walsh hurried about her house, dusting every little nook and cranny in her black mourning dress while Jenny looked on helplessly.

"Oh, nothing really, dearest." she replies. "You best go and sit someplace."

Jenny, in her old blue cotton dress and black ribbons, nodded and picked up one of her Pa's old novels off of the table.

r black mourning dress? Mr W would have been dead for a year

((Widows wore black anywhere from a year to two years, and various shades of grey for years after. I'm close enough.))

jack decided to wander down to the pond

Jenny glanced out the window and noticed a figure by the pond. She squinted her eyes, trying for a better look. Jack?

"Ma, is it alright if I go for a walk?" she asked. "Only for a while."

"Yes, yes, go ahead dearest." Mrs. Walsh replied. "Hurry back."

Jenny nodded and slipped out the back door, walking towards the pond to investigate.

Jack heard footsteps and turned.

Jenny paused, recognizing her old friend's face. She gave a smile.

"Hey, Jack." she greeted warmly.

He wanted to run to her. "Hey."

Her smile grew wider, and she walked a little closer.

"Look at you." she said, eyeing him closely. "Haven't seen you in... how long?"

"Snice last year after.."

She nodded slowly.

"Yeah... seems like forever ago."

She couldn't help but look at him. In a year he'd changed so much. There was just something different about him - wiser, perhaps.

He looked back, the last time he had glimced her face it was splashed with tears.

She chuckled and ran to give him a hug.

"I'm happy you're home."

He hugged her back, a smile creeping into his face.

She held him tight, and started to laugh.

"You got taller."

"Did? Really?"

"Could be your hair." she said, ruffling it a bit. "Yeah, maybe."

(Weasel?)

He laughed.

(You rang?)

"Should get a haircut in town, Lord knows you need one." Jenny smiled. "They've been waiting for you to come home since they wrote about it in the paper."

("I was in the paper?"

(This is a really cool depressing song, one tells storys anymore http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1l0fH0dRUow Oh and Lee wrote a love poem

Jenny nodded.

"I've got it in the house somewhere... Oh, I'll find it later."

She started to walk towards the pond.

"You must tell me everything that's happened since I left."

"Its hard to talk about."

"Then tell me some good things." she shrugged. "We might've lost, but there must've been something good about this war."

(Lee tried his hand at two love poems read and reviw :)

"The sunrises

((Will do.))

She nodded.

"You could probably see it for miles there, couldn't you?"

"The best was in Gettysburg," he said.

(Thanks I loooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvv youssssssssssssssssssssse

"Tell me about it." she said, taking a seat under the willow tree by the pond.

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