Author's Note: This story has no 'real' plot line and is just sort of random, but it's Beck and Jade angst stuff.
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or any of Victorious's characters.
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Summary: Jade reminisces the past after Beck passes away.
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Dear Beck:
It's insane to think about everything that has happened in the last few years.
We graduated, Beck and I got married, and Beck passed away.
He's gone.
No one was expecting it.
But things happened.
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Today marks one year since he's been gone.
He was only 24.
24 is too young to die.
It wasn't his fault that the cancer was discovered in his veins, killing him from the inside.
Wiping out his very existence.
I miss him.
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Watching him lie in the bed, normally tan skin pale as snow, hooked up to many, many tubes and wires. Why does he deserve this? What could he have done in a previous life to have to go through all this pain, all this suffering? Why him, why Beck?
Maybe I'll wake up with Beck next to me and he'll be okay and we'll be okay.
But wishing is for the hopeless and the foolish.
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Memories.
Positive and negative, everywhere.
The house still smells like him, the leather and the scent of fruit.
No one would expect that Beck, bad boy lookalike, would smell like tropical fruits, but I've always loved mangos.
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Tori misses you the way a girlfriend would miss a boyfriend.
It's pathetic.
She wasn't dating you, but she acts like it.
You guys weren't even that close of friends.
She doesn't deserve to miss you the way she does.
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Andre misses you lots.
He's known you for so, so long that being without you is killing you.
We've become a lot closer, joining together to grieve for you.
Talking about middle school, back in the day.
He misses you. You two were best friends.
He was the best man at our wedding.
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Cat's in her own little world like always.
I cannot tell how affected she is by your passing.
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Robbie is too busy following Cat around like a lost puppy to notice that you're gone.
Jerk.
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I miss you tremendously.
The house still looks the same.
Your clothes are in the closet.
Your shampoo is in the shower.
Old polaroid photos are still laying around, of teenaged us.
I remember the days we took all of them.
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As we sat on the abandoned road, Beck pulled out a camera. Our hair was all messed up and our clothes were wrinkled, but we looked so happy in our pictures with the sun rising steadily behind us.
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One at Hollywood Arts, us sitting at lunch with just you and I. You had your arms wrapped around me, and we were caught in the middle of us laughing. I was wearing one of your plaid shirts.
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I still have the very same shirt in the closet, right where it always was.
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Tori and Andre made me clean out the house.
Most of your shirts are gone, except for two.
Your shampoo and cologne have left their spots on our bathroom counter.
The pictures and jewelry are still in their usual spots.
I'm thinking about moving.
I don't want to be in this house anymore.
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20 years later:
I got married.
I have two adopted children-ages 5 and 11.
I spent many years traveling the world, spending time everywhere- from the most advanced city to villages not even mapped.
So many of these people have had seen more tragedy then I ever would.
I learned a lot in those 6 years after your death.
I've grown up.
Matured.
You will always have a lasting impact on my life, but you no longer control what I do.
Times change, and sometimes, you have to change with them.
So thank you, Beckett Oliver, for everything you have done for me.
-Jade
Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you think.