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My Person

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You are my person. You will always be my person.
- Grey's Anatomy

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~ . Prologue . ~

She could feel the cold begin to creep into her body, seeping through the warmth she had been feeling only moments before, all the way to the deepest parts of her being. She knows she should be understanding, it was clear that it meant a lot to him, but she just couldn't focus on him when it felt like her whole world was being yanked from her grasp yet again. Taking in a shaky breath, trying to get her tears under control, Elizabeth does the one thing that she never wanted to do, she lets him go.

"Jason?" she voices, doing her best not to show just how much it hurt to see him walk away. "Before you leave, I need you to know something."

"Okay." he replies softly, pained by the look on her face.

"You are my person." she says wholeheartedly. "You will always be my person."

"Can I ask what that means?"

"Its not something that can be explained." she says simply. "Just know it, okay?"

"Okay." he says, taking a deep breath. "Goodbye, Elizabeth."

"No...not goodbye." she says firmly, rising to her feet. "I'll see you later."

She braces herself for the moment he rises and places a soft, lingering kiss upon her forehead, a bittersweet feeling spreading through her when his lips touch the delicate skin upon her head. Shutting her eyes, she focuses on nothing but those beautifully soft lips for however long they remained against her before he pulls away.

Forcing her eyes to open, she takes on last look into those beautifully addictive blue eyes of his before turning on her heels and walking way, unable to take being in his presence for a moment longer. If she were to stand there, staring into his eyes, Elizabeth doubts she would have been able to keep herself together long enough for him to be the one to walk away. He needs to leave and, as much as it kills her to let him go, she knows she has to accept that its something he has to do.

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You never truly know how much you mean to people until you are walking away from them with the prospect of never seeing them again. Each time he had to walk away from those he loves, Jason swore that it tore him further and further apart inside, knowing he was intent on leaving for good. Each time he had to be the one to walk away, he swore it couldn't hurt more than it already did, but saying goodbye to her proved him wrong.

Watching her walk away, knowing he had been the one to put those tears in her eyes, Jason knew for sure he couldn't hurt more than he did in that moment. He knew what she meant, but he couldn't stop himself from correcting her. She wasn't losing him. She would never lose him. Just like he would never lose her.

No matter how much it would hurt, he knows he'll be carrying her around with him for the rest of his life. Just like he'll be doing with everyone he has said goodbye to. No matter where he ends up, they'll always be a part of him, that was just fact. Her more than most.

Every breath he takes will remind him of the fact that he wouldn't be standing there if it weren't for her. When he wanted to just lay there and die, not believing he had any reason to live anymore, she appeared by his side, fighting for him to survive. He argued as much as he could, but it didn't help. She was just too stubborn to take no for an answer. She pushed him every step of the way until he was whole again.

You can't thank someone for that. There were just no words to express what it felt to have someone beg you to let them save you. What it felt to have someone stand up against everyone in their lives, telling lie after lie, to protect you and keep you safe. There are no words for what he feels for her and he doubts any would ever suffice.

He has one last goodbye to dish out before he can leave town. He knows it'll be a hard goodbye to live through, but he also knows that he'll be the one to walk away and that made it a little more bearable. After having to watch her walk away from him, he just can't take watching someone else do the same. He just can't.

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Picking up her paintbrush, she tries to paint something, anything, to keep her mind off of him, but she can't bring herself to put the paint from her brush onto the blank canvas. Emotions are the driving fore behind her art. With all the emotions flooding through her in that moment, she should be able to lose herself in her art, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

As she stares at the blank canvas, she takes a deep breath before dropping her paintbrush back into the tin can on the easel, realizing just why she couldn't bring herself to splatter paint onto the white canvas. The emotion that resides within her is already displayed for her to see. Nothing.

Jason had made her see things so differently, showed her just how vibrant colors could truly be, how beautiful it could all be. With him gone, the colors just don't seem the same anymore, leaving her with nothing to paint. Nothing but a blank canvas staring back at her. She can only pray that one day, once he resolves the reasons by him leaving, he'll return and bring back the vibrant colors to her life.

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He knows he should have just driven off after saying goodbye to Sonny, but he just couldn't help being there one last time. Parking his bike on the Elm Street Pier, he looks up longingly at the the art studio, watching as the light goes on, knowing that only one person could be there. Taking a deep breath, he says goodbye to one of the few places he truly felt at home, one of the few places he felt safe.

Knowing that sitting there staring up at the life that could have had wouldn't do him any good, Jason starts up his bike and takes off, only able to hope that this really was the right move to make. She has started to truly embrace her independence and he hopes that she keeps going strong.

Even if she doesn't believe it, he knows that she's one of the strongest people he knows, she had to be to do all the things that she had said feared her more than anything. She'll be okay, he tells himself, she has to be. A woman like Elizabeth deserves everything good in this world. She deserves the best.

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Curled up on her couch, she takes a deep breath, shutting her eyes tightly when she hears the sound of a motorcycle roaring to life. As hard as it was for her to do so, Elizabeth remains on her couch, resisting the urge to run downstairs and stop him from leaving. It would only hurt further when he tells her that he can't stay and it would only hurt him more to see her break down before he leaves.

Tugging tightly at the blanket around her, she doesn't move, listening intently as the sound of the motorcycle fades into the distance, signalling his departure. No matter what happens from here on out, no matter how far from each other they get, she knows she will always carry him in her heart. It was just the fact of the matter. He has come to mean too much to her for anything else to be true. Jason is her person and he will always be her person. Distance will not take away from that. It just can't.