Libby stayed in her and Jack's room. She slept with the box close to her.

The next morning came and she took a shower. She dressed in an oversized grey long sleeved shirt that said 'treble maker' with little music notes scattered about and a pair of shorts.

She knelt down beside the bed and turned the crank on the box.

In the small carnival.                               Where you and I wander.                        Give me lots of sweets and then.         Not tell my father.

The box didn't stir.

A bag of Cotton candy.                             
Go bobbing for an apple.                         Play games.                                                   Ride some rides.                                         Oh what fun we will have

Still nothing. Her voice started cracking and wavering.

I have no reason to laugh nor one to smile. Kiss me quick before I go.         I love you, wouldn't you know?

By now the poor girl was sobbing uncontrollably. She didn't even see that her beloved clown was laying in her bed, starstruck by her confession.

He painfully rolled onto his side and brushed the hair out of her face. Her crying slowed to small hiccups as she noticed the gentle gesture.

"Why are there so many tears on your pretty face?"

"Jack, you're back......I thought you left me for good"

"I could never leave you, after all you are my treble maker" he snickered looking at the shirt.

She playfully swatted at him.

"Come here" he pleaded patting a spot on the bed for her to lie upon.

She did as beckoned and curled up beside him.

He brushed her hair away as he cupped her cheek and kissed her sweetly upon her pale pink lips.

She immediately returned the kiss as she pressed herself as close to him as she could. His one arm wrapped around her waist while the other hand tangled itself in her chocolate locks.

"I love you"
"I love you too, my treble maker"