My note…A VERY short little drabble that popped into my head after hearing NB's song on the radio for the umpteenth time in one day. My first time attempting to write first person Jimmy, so please be kind.

UNWRITTEN

He'd tried to do this before, many times in fact, though those pages usually remained blank...just as this one was now...and eventually either crumpled or discarded. But now, lying in a bed, 6,000 kilometers from home, with only a few hours left until he heads into a very risky, very experimental surgery...there's no room for procrastination.

It had to be done.

She was different, the complete opposite. Straight blond spikes and braids, fierce green eyes. A total contrast to soft brunette curls and sparkling baby blues.

I guess that's what I noticed first.

She was different. She wasn't the tall, feminine stunner with the super model looks and the voice of an angel. She wasn't the strong, toned body that moved with ease and agility...the epitome of physical competence.

She was broken. Like me.

That was the second thing.

She understood. She knew. I could talk to her about anything, and she got it, without explanation or justification. She'd been there before...and that was comforting. We bonded. We bonded in a way, different from any other.

I was confused. Drifting.

And that was all it took.

I thought I didn't need the careful, cautious, overly-attentive date. I didn't need the gentle encouragement, or the nonchalant indifference to my...condition. I didn't need the happy, easy going girlfriend, content with being forever saddled with a cripple.

I was wrong.

I thought I wanted the bold, relaxed free spirit who didn't hold back, and who pushed me to reach for what I wanted, never giving me time for excuses or self pity. The excitement. The fun.

I had that. I just didn't see it then. And now it might be to late.

But still, she deserves to know.

To know it wasn't her fault...to know that I was the one who was wrong. To know that I was missing her even before she went on tour. That I was always thinking about her. That I'm thinking of her right now. How she was the first person I wanted to call when I got the acceptance letter to Hudson. The one I wanted to turn to when I found out my dad was having an affair. At prom, when I was watching all of the other couples dancing. Her noticeable absence at graduation...the missing link in the picture that Kate took of me, Spinner and Toby. How I wish she would be the one sitting next to my bed, holding my hand, when I wake up from anesthesia, tomorrow.

How she was not my biggest disappointment...

But that letting her go, was.

The pen's in his hand, hovering above the piece of paper sitting on the hospital bed table. There's no other way to start. He pauses again, deep in thought, then finds the courage...

Dear Ash,

I know I have so many other things I should've done before this(like update my two open stories...sorry Kelley. I know what I told you, and I absolutely promise that there will be something before the end of next week), but this idea wouldn't leave me. Call it wishful thinking, but I really do think that Jimmy still loves Ashley, and that he's genuinely sorry for how he treated her. I just wanted to show that.

Degrassi is not mine.