A little poem that I wrote a while ago, in Schuyler's point of view. Should be obvious, but the 'he' is Jack.

Set during Revelations.


Slowly, he leans forward

places a kiss

upon my lips.

Its as sweet as

sugar, yet sour,

because another woman's,

he is. "Cheater," I whisper, pulling

back. My lips ache, missing the

contact. Heartbroken once again,

tears spill down my

cheeks. My true love,

he cannot be.