It was not in Maggie's nature to get stuck on something, to dwell, to pine. Jon was not just something though, he had been her equal in every way. The two never believed that they were the other part of each other like most romantics. They felt that they were two whole souls choosing to combine into one. There had never been a dark day when they were together, the positive energy that was brought about by their union spreading through into their friends and families. Standing there with the music box in her hands it seemed like time had come to a stop, that she was so lost in those memories that the world around her ceased to exist and it was only her, the cat, and the song that droned on in the silence of the house. Those few moments of distraction had been the happiest she had felt since she had lost him and as the song began to crawl to an end the feeling went along with it.<br/><br/>The door went without notice until she found herself standing in complete darkness, her breath catching in her throat as she looked and saw a familiar hand on the knob. Maggie's bright silver-blue eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head as her mouth tried to form words to make the sounds coming out of it make sense. It couldn't be him, there was no way that it was possible. "I, I must be drunker than I think I am. No, I'm going crazy. Yep, that's it I'm going crazy all alone in this house and now you have come to take me away." She gave a nervous laugh as she backed away from the door and ended up bumping into the bed making her plop down into a seated position.<br/><br/>Shaking her head she got back to her feet and started towards him only to be commanded to stay back, her brows knitting together as she set the music box back down. "It is nothing more than a trinket, Jon. Isn't that what you are here to say? Time to move on, Maggie. Stop pining over me, it's over, I'm gone." Had the fae realized that he might be met with some anger? She wouldn't even look at him at first, the fear that if she did he would disappear and she really would be crazy. Leaning back against the bed she let her knees give out from under her and she crumpled to the floor in tears. "You didn't hurt me, love. You were taken from me, stolen away." It was then that she looked up at the figure at the door, her eyes meeting with his familiar ones. "It really is you, isn't it? Please, I need to feel your arms around me again, Jon. I can't bare all this pain on my own anymore."