Jade West and I had a history in high school, not a good one of course, but quite a strong one. We were friends, we were enemies, but to us, it didn't really matter what people labeled us as. We were just… Jade and Tori. Two separate people with separate views on life; so, I guess you could say how we came to be girlfriend and girlfriend is still a mystery, at least to everyone else.

She was my moon, leading me on a dark and lonely night down a path I would never dare to take without her; and I was her sunshine on a cold day, shining down its rays and bathing her in my love. I don't know why it took us so long to officially get together, considering the way we understood each other. I guess we used what we knew about our views on life to help one another, it was like we were two puzzle pieces waiting to come together to complete the cracks in our own lives.

I still remember our first kiss; it was a rainy Tuesday, June 8th, 2013, all those years ago. It was slow, passionate, but still full of uncertainty, fear, and all that good stuff. It only lasted for ten seconds at most, but those ten seconds changed everything for the years to come.

I can't even remember why she came over to my house in the pouring rain, she had a reason though, but it's somewhere in the back of my mind where I'll probably never retrieve it. I could ask her, of course, though it would be difficult considering I never see her anymore.

Don't ask me, and don't ask her because neither of us knows why we called it quits. I suppose there is a reason, we just haven't figured it out yet; she tends to let go of things like this, things that don't have a reason. But I never really let it go, and if I'm being honest, I don't think she did either.

Of course this was the first time we dated, for a year and two months. We didn't talk for about another two, and by talk I mean actually talk, you know, have a conversation. We would sometimes run into each other around LA, or sometimes even out of state, which I always questioned.

The second time we tried dating, it was more of a mutual understanding.

Flashback…

I feel empty. It could be because of this gloomy weather, or maybe the fact that I haven't eaten much all day. But deep down, I know it's not that; so, I pick up my phone and dial the only number that can make me smile and cry.

"…Jade?" I question quietly, hearing her light breathing on the other side of the phone as a tear slips down my cheek.

"I know, Tori. I know." She whispers before the line goes dead.

End flashback…

She showed up at my house about twenty minutes later. We both cried, considering we hadn't held each other in a few years. Silent tears, quiet sobs, tightening arms and soft temple kisses filled the room for an hour. After that, we were back into the same routine as when we started dating. She would come over to my house that I inherited from my parents once they moved back to Florida.

Jade and I… we weren't like other couples, the complete opposite actually. She would come over to mine, or I would go over to her apartment in The Hills and we would hold each other for sometimes hours. Sometimes we would laugh, cry, or just sit silently, enjoying one another's presence. We would go on dates, but to places couples wouldn't ever go. We'd walk through the woods, holding hands, picking up rocks and throwing them into nearby rain water that had collected in small pools.

Oddly enough, we lasted for three years and nine months, just doing things that we could mutually agree on. We weren't a mushy couple, we didn't talk all the time about what was bothering us, but somehow we always knew what was wrong with the other. Of course with that being said, on our three year anniversary, Jade proposed to me and I said yes twelve times if I remember right.

We got married five months later in the middle of the woods, like in one of the Twilight movies. It was beautiful, perfect even. Cat, Andre, Beck, Robbie, Trina and both our parents were there, along with other friends and colleagues. They all congratulated us but all asked the same question,

How?

We could never give them an answer.

Shortly after getting married, we went on the most amazing honeymoon to Florida; we stayed in a Beach house. It rained the entire week we were there, but that didn't bother us, it just reminded us of how we came to be on that rainy Tuesday, June 8th, 2013.

Once we got back from our honeymoon, we tried for a baby, and of course everything worked out; Jade was pregnant with our baby girl Katrina Ann Elizabeth West; thanks to our wonderful friends fighting over names for months on end. Thankfully, Jade and I liked the name and everything was going fine until a snowy night on January 12th.

We were fighting over something stupid, and it wasn't just a small fight, it was probably the worst one yet. Chairs were thrown, bottles were shattered, couches were flipped and hearts were broken. Finally she left on her motorcycle, peeling out of the driveway and speeding down the road. She knew she had to be careful, with her carrying the baby and all, and I knew I had to be careful too, you know, make sure that I don't cause anything like what happened to happen.

I was picking up the mess, tears stinging my eyes when the phone on the wall rang. I picked it up, but ended up dropping it anyway. She had crashed her motorcycle, trying to avoid a swerving truck on the freeway. She was fine, minor injuries, but it was too late to do anything about Katrina.

That was over four months ago.

Jade and I got a divorce, but only did it through agents and social workers. It was messy, but it got done. I haven't heard from her at all since that night. Doctors say as soon as she was free to go, she picked up her motorcycle from the shop and left, and never came back. My friends and I looked for her up until about a month ago; I was the one who called off the search. They had all be confused and asked how I could do such a thing, but I knew that if Jade wanted to be found, she would have shown up by now.

I wake up now, sitting up in my bed. I walk down the stairs and head for the kitchen. Used to seeing Jade standing there with two cups of coffee, I sit at the table and let it all sink in that I'll never see that ever again. I don't cry anymore, not over this. Sure it sad, because it is actually, it's depressing, but moping and being a sobbing mess, I realize isn't going to solve my problems.

I make my own coffee, sweet as can be as I laugh to myself. Jade would be scolding me right now saying 'it's a disgrace to coffee everywhere to add that artificial shit' to such an amazing drink. Not going to lie, but I miss that, just Jade being Jade, and Jade being her, with me. I want to move on, but with her, it's never that easy. She was just, the only thing in my life I was never certain about, yet 100% certain about. She was different in an aspect, and I admired her for that.

I sigh lightly as I take my last drink of the tan, Luke-warm liquid in my cup. I stand, pull my robe tighter against my body and make my way out to the mail box.

"Junk… Bill Collectors… Junk… Ads… Reader's Digest…Jade… wait, Jade?" I pull a confused face as I look at the address of which it was sent from; yep, definitely her apartment in The Hills. I lick my lips and take the mail back inside.

Throwing the rest on the couch, I take Jade's letter and sit at the table with it, just staring at it, observing. Five minutes I sit there, taking in what could end something or start something all over again. And I'm not sure I'm ready for any of those conclusions yet. Finally, I reach down and pick the envelope up, spinning it in my hands once or twice.

I rip it open and pull the paper out.

When I'm on the edge of insanity, I hope you'll come save me.

Jade had told me this when we first started our relationship. It always puzzled me in ways that we're still too complex for me to figure out. I couldn't figure out what she meant or why she said this, but now, it couldn't be more clear.

Chapter One: Complete. Do you guys want me to continue?