Letters to My Juliet/ZJM Fan Fic*ON HOLD*

Memories and Her.

Juliet's P.O.V-

The first thing I do when I get in the door is kick my shoes off and remove my jacket, hanging it up. I keep thinking back to the man at the bar tonight. He had raven coloured hair, tanned skin and beautiful hazel eyes, I could stare into them all day.

Zayn was his name, such a unique name. I make my way to the kitchen and make myself some tea. I'd love to see him again, but I know that wont be happening any time soon, he probably wont return to the bar and London is a pretty big place.

Once my tea's ready I make my way to the living room and spread some notes out for collage, my exams are coming up and I really want to ace them if I want to become a mid wife. Its always been my dream to be one, I love babies and the job itself seems amazing. I know ill love working as one.

There's a hospital here that I really want to get into. That's why I moved to London in the first place. Well to get away from home were all the bad memories are. The ones I want to forget but can't.They're the ones that will push anyone away.

2 hours later-------

I stand up from my spot on the couch tidying up my notes and putting my mug in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of water and make my way to my room, after making sure all the lights were out.

Entering my room I turn my lamp on close my blinds picking up some cloths and putting them in my hamper. I get into bed turning out my light. I take a gulp of water and then close my eyes.

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I watch her coffin make its way underground, my brother and parents throwing in blue flowers, I just stand there not believing that she's gone.

"Dylan! throw your flower in." I look up at my mums soft blue eyes, she had them, the girl who's dead because of me.

I walk over and look down at her coffin, tears stream down my face. She doesn't deserve to be in there, I do!

With one last final look I throw it in. Then I begin to walk away as the men shovel mud in covering the coffin. My brother catches up with me as I make my way out the cemetery. He's crying. He grabs my arm harshly turning me around.

"ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" He shouts.

"I know Declan ok, I Know." I sob.

"I will never forgive you for this, she was only trying to help you but you had to keep pushing her away didn't you."

"Ill never forgive myself either but your not the only one hurting Dec, I'm hurting to."

"Don't you dare call me Dec, its Declan to you not that we'll ever talk again. I hate you." and with that he's off back to her grave. I make my way to my car. Dec was a nickname we gave him when we were children. We only called him Declan when we were angry with him. Knowing that he hates me hurts.

I turn the key and the car starts, I make my way home, it should be her making her way home from my funeral, sobs overcome my body and I cant see through my tears.

I turn my head to look out the side window when I make out the shape of a bigger car. I feel the impact hit me and it goes black.

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I sit up with tears streaming down my face, why did I have to dream about that day. Its not a regular dream, well its not a dream its a memory, one id rather forget. My hand reaches to my forehead and I feel sweat there. Sighing I get up checking my clock to see its only 4:00am.

I enter my bathroom, I splash my face with cold water. When I look up I see my reflection in my mirror, I look a state.

My hairs a mess and there's mascara stained under my eye a bit, my eyes are red and a bit swollen to.

I make my way back to my bedroom and I pull a box from under my bed. Its dusty, its a mint green box with a bit of paper stuck on the lid. This box holds millions of memories, all of her.

The good and the bad, my parents gave it to me before leaving, they wanted me to have it since we were close, well up until things got hard.

She was the light of the house, cheered everyone up when they were down, she wanted to help people.

She was smart and had millions of talents, she was every ones favourite.

The popular girl at high school with straight A's and one boyfriend. She was Declan's twin, his best friend. He will never forgive me.

I look down at the box again. Her messy childish writing on the paper read-

This belongs to Darcy Hastings.

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Ok if your a bit confused, her dream actually happened it was some ones funeral (obviously)and you'll start to understand later on in the story about who Darcy is and that. Anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter please tell me what you think in the comments and please pretty please vote.

Erin.