Jane is certain that all within her is bright and good. Almost all.

Until Jack, as flawed as he is pure, speaks to something inside of her.

Jane will lie, cheat, steal, pretend, and lie again. After all, how else will a weak creature gain favor? Besides, these are the ugly parts. No one will see it.

But Jack does. Jack sees it. Not just see it, no, but he will comment on it too. 

“Why?” he will ask. “Why must you be this way?” And she will have no answer for him. The silence of the four walls will answer and nothing else. There are too many things to say. The mean words of Jack (that Jane cannot remember exactly very well right now, but it will come back to her like a sweet slap) bring out a very bad side of her, something she knew (at least a little) was there but could hide better with everyone else. Then comes the shrill and ceaseless panic, an ocean of worry that does not retreat to stiller, darker waters. Why, why, why?

So Jane decides that she cannot be loved and retreats. The waves swallow her whole, and all is back to as it was before. 

~Sammicakes