Jade's POV:
If your life was slipping away...would you have the strength to take it back? Would you fight? Or would you simply let yourself go. Surrender yourself to the demons that are pulling you away from everything you have ever wanted? I didn't want to give up. I never wanted to leave him. All I ever wanted was to be with him forever. I didn't have the strength to fight anymore. Cancer is a terrible disease...but so is love. Both, in most cases, are incurable. I can't imagine what it must feel like for him. To have to live without me. I'm already gone. But, he has to go through every day, without me, wishing I was still there.
Beck's POV:
"You need to get over her, Beck. She's gone now." Andre was always trying to get me to forget about Jade. It has only been four months. I feel like a part of me died when she did. I sound like such a cliche. But, that is how it feels.
"You think I want to forget about the only thing that has ever made me happy?" I spoke in a low, meticulous, rhythmic voice. I was leaning back on my bed, and I started slipping into thoughts of the past.
~ "I love you." Her voice rang through my head.
~ "I love you more."
~~ "Don't you ever give up on me."
~~"Never, Jade. You're mine."
~~~"I have cancer."
~~~"You what?"
~~~~"I love you, Beck." I heard the very choking sound of her voice as it faded away.
~~~~"No, no, you can't die on me! Jade!"
I jumped, startled by my thoughts. That happened a lot. Those exact words rang through my head almost every day. Dre doesn't understand.
"Stop thinking about her! You're just making it harder on yourself! Go out and have fun! Come on. Me, Rob, and the girls are going to the improv factory tonight. Come with us."
"I told you, I'm done acting." I looked away from him, at my hands.
"Common, dude. I never thought you were serious. Jade wouldn't want that." He said standing.
"Without Jade I have no reason to act! She was my motivation! The only thing that even kept me in Hollywood Arts! And, guess what? Jade isn't there anymore and neither am I." Tears were forming in my eyes and I looked up to keep them in. I hated to let Andre see me cry.
"You were born to act, Beck.." He shook his head. "It's what you were meant to do." He walked to the door. "And, I wont stop pushing you until you're back on camera." He walked out and I slid down into my bed. He didn't understand. Nobody did. I really was alone.