He woke up, everyday, at 6:00 like clockwork.
On this particular day he opened his eyes to the sound of rain pattering against his RV. He couldn't see outside, but he knew it was one of those days where dark, stormy clouds hung in a grey L.A sky. His lips twitched upwards into a smile as he thought about how much Jade loved days like these.
He recalled one time when a storm announced itself in the middle of the night with a clamorous thunder and Jade had woken him up, tugging him out of bed. "I'm not missing the biggest storm of the year for a few hours of sleep." she had resolved, when Beck had begged her to go back to bed.
Now, he looked over at the figure that lay next to him. She had stolen all the covers during the night, and now lay wrapped like a cocoon. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, and her mouth was slightly ajar. She looked completely at peace.
For a moment, he thought it was her. He half expected her to open her eyes and tell him, quite rudely, to stop staring at her.
And then he remembered. It wasn't Jade. It hadn't been Jade for a long time.
And so he turned away and closed his eyes, wondering when, exactly, everything had changed.