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Chapter 1: The Prolouge

"You're not being serious right now..." I said, stunned.

"I'm sorry, Jace. I just...I just can't anymore."

"Why? Am I not good enough? Is it somebody else?" I say.

"It's nobody else, Jason," says Declan. "I just...I think our time has expired." If he doesn't shut up now, I swear, I'm going to become a babbling mess in front of him. My vision gets blurry. Fuck. I feel my cheeks getting wet. Fuck. I sniffle and shake my head. I turn away from him and look out the window of his car. Raindrops run down the window. "I still want to be friends, though."

I scoff and turn back to him. "Why, Declan?"

"Come on Jace," he says. I have to give it to him, he does look a little sad. I wonder if it's an act. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you haven't been feeling...stuck. Tell me that conversation hasn't been distant. Tell me you don't feel like we're holding on to something that's not worth holding on to."

I sigh. "I don't think that this is worthless, Dec..." I smile at him through my tears. This is someone I genuinely love and care for. 

Declan takes my hand in his, pulls it up to his lips and plants a kiss on my knuckles. "It's true," he says. He smiles and says, "Hey, I could have done this through a text."

I chuckle and mimic texting. "Dear Jason, I'm breaking up with you. It's for the best. I'm sorry babe."

He chuckles and mimics texting as well. "Dear Declan, fuck you. Bye bitch! Hope you rot in hell, fucktard. Yours no longer, Jason." We laugh. "You know that you really would send me something like that."

"It's true!" I say and we laugh harder. Once we calmed down enough, I look to him. "Seriously though, thanks for not doing it in that impersonal way."

"Ah come on!" Declan says. "I think you know how I feel about you. I still care about you, Jace. And I'm not a douchebag."

"That's true." I whisper. I look down to see our hands intertwined. I look back up at him. "Take me home, Declan." He smiles, kisses my hand again and starts the car. Ten minutes later we're parked in front my house. Declan shuts the car off and he walks me to my door. As we near my porch, I say "We're still friends Declan."

He smiles his cute half smile. "You know, you'll make somebody very happy one day." I smile back at him. We've stopped at my welcome mat and the awkward goodbye begins. "One for the road?" I inhale, smile and nod, then I lean in and give my boyfriend of three years, now my ex-boyfriend, a peck on the lips. We break the kiss and rest our foreheads on each other's. "Goodbye, Jace." Declan turns around and heads to his car.

He stops and stares at me for a minute when he reaches his car and I wave. I watch as he closes the door and starts the car. "Goodbye, Declan," I say as I watch the car go off in the distance. Suddenly, it all changes. As Declan crosses the intersection, a car comes out of nowhere and hits Declan head on. I let out a blood curling scream and run out onto and down the street towards the car, screaming Declan's name. I hear my Mom calling me in the distance. "Jason? Jason?!" Her voice fades as I reach the wrecked car. I scream and open my eyes bolting up in bed, jarred from sleep.

My mom comes barging into my room, yelling my name. I glanced at my bedside clock and the angry, red numbers read 2:15. I can feel the sweat on my body. My face stained with a mixture of the sweat and my tears. My T-shirt clings to my chest and back, soaked. My mother sighs and sits at the edge of the bed. "You're having the dreams again, aren't you?" she asks, patting my leg. I nod at her, my chest heaving, trying to catch a breath. "How long?"

"Just. A. Week." I manage to gasp out.

"You mean that this has been happening since Monday and you haven't said anything?"

She hands me the glass of water from my end table and I take a long gulp. "Mom, really, it's not that big a deal," I say, catching my breath and wiping my face.

"Well, honey, the dream -"

I cut her off. "The memory."

She sighs again. "The memory is probably triggered by being back in this neighbourhood." She looks up and gestures around my room. "In this house." She smiles at me. "Everything will be okay. We'll go to the memorial tomorrow and..." she drifts off into uncomfortable silence. "Just try to get some sleep okay?" She kisses my forehead and leaves my room. I peel off my tee and take another from my drawer. I plop back down on my bed and stare at my ceiling.

I lost the love of my life at fifteen. It's been two years. And now, being back at THIS time, Declan's parents asked ME to say something at the two year anniversary of the crash. This place holds such good memories that are often overshadowed by that one fateful day.

I sighed and turned around under my covers. How will I get through tomorrow?