Blue Eyes {Joey Graceffa Fanfic}

New York Life

Unedited I had power problems yesterday

Emilys POV:

Flight Attendent: Please buckle up we are about to land.

I wake up and realize I am almost back in New York. I buckle my seat belt and close my eyes. I never liked landings they were very stressfull. We land and I can breathe again. I get off the plane and get my bags. I call me Mom. She was shocked to here from me. I wonder why? I asked her to pick me up from the airport and she gladly accepted. I see her park outside the airport. I run out to her car it is raining. I am soaked. I put my stuff in the back and hop in the passenger's seat.

Emily: Hi!

Mom: Hey, honey I was trying to get a flight up to L.A. when I found out you were shot. I am so glad you are home!

Emily: Me too. Mom, I can't rememeber the past year. It sounds like what I forgot was the most important part of my life.

Mom: Emily, you forgot a year of your life? So that means your not with Joey?

Emily: No, I left. I feel helpless around him. I must have meant a lot to him. I have crushed him and I can't stand it. I hope he can forgive me. I know he is worried. He has called and texted me like 20 times. How can I love somebody that I don't rememebef?

Mom: You can't run away very time there is a problem. That is not how life works.

Emily: I know, I need some time. Can I stay with you? You are the only person I trust at this point.

Mom: Of course! Just don't leave Joey in the dark. I have never met him. But if he dealt with you then he must of really loved you.

We both laugh. Maybe life will get better and I can forget about this Joey guy. There is just something to him though and I can't quiet put my finger on it.

Joeys POV:

I come home to an empty house.

Joey: Em?

I run all around the house. she is know where to be found. I open up are closet. All her clothes are gone. My phone rings. I pick it up hoping it was just Emily. It was Shane. Maybe she is over there. After all she does rememeber him.

Joey: Hello, shane is Emily over with you.

Shane: Um, Joey know she is not. I went to get my mail and I um found..

Joey: Found what?

Shane: I found a note stating she went back to New York.

Joey: Oh my god.

Shane: Joey, you need to go after her.

Joey: Shane, can't you see she is never going to rememeber me. I can't go after her. She feels bad I don't want to hurt her more.

Shane: Follow your heart Joey.

Joey: Thank you Shane.

I can't go after her I can't hurt her again. I sit on my couch and just think. Think about everything we have been through and she doesn't rememeber any part of it. This crushes me. She ran away and I can't go after her. What are our fans going to say? I don't want the sympathy. Should I go after her? No, like I have said I can't. It was her choice to leave. She feels helpless. She is returning to what she knows. I need to move on. If that is even possible.

Emilys POV:

I go to my old bedroom. All the pictures of Eric and I cover my walls. What the hell did I ever see in him? I need to clear my mind. Well it seems that has already happened. I just need to relax. Maybe go to the beach. That would be nice. It was my favorite place as a kid. So peaceful and quiet. I will leave in a couple hours I decied. I look at all my texts from Joey. He must of really loved me. I wish I understood. No one has every cared that much about me. I also can't believe that Eric tried to kill Joey and I. But should I really be shocked. It starts to get dark. I compleltely forgot it gets darker here earlier. I am still used to L.A. time. I have to get to the beach now. I borrow my Mom's car and drive to the beach. I get out and feel the sand benth my feet. This is my happy place.

Joeys POV:

She doesn't even respone to my text messages. I hate this so much. I should have never left. It would have stopped her from leaving. How could she tell Shane and not me? Does she even love me deep down? She was always way out my leauge anyway. The thought of never seeing her blue eyes again was heart renching. I can't do this anymore I need to cut. I go in the bathroom and break apart a razor. I sit on the bathroom floor and slowly start to cut my wrists. A mix of tears and blood hit the floor. I slowly fall asleep sobbing.

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