Author's Note: I'm not sure if I like this story or not, please feel free to tell me what you guys think.
Fantasy
He left.
He just left.
No note, just a rose and his watch.
He will come back.
I know it.
He's just taking a break.
For years, the idea that I would wake up and he would be gone was my greatest fear.
He knew that the thought of waking up without him was enough to turn my blood to ice.
But he's not leaving permanently.
He wouldn't.
He loves me too much.
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The rose petals have begun to droop.
Maybe he is gone.
But I cannot believe that.
I keep hoping that he'll show up with a smile on his face and a gift in his hands, ready to hold me and hug me and never let me go.
I'm pitiful, directing my thoughts to child's fantasy instead of sucking it up and admitting he's gone and facing it like the adult I am.
But I'm nothing without him.
Without Beck, I'm merely a person with a meaningless existence who will never do anything special.
He was the best part of me.
I am nothing.
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It's been years.
I still miss him.
I saw him on TV yesterday, in an ad for a new TV drama.
I was offered a role in that drama as well, but I turned it down for another.
My choice was idiotic.
If I had just chosen the other show then maybe Beck and I would get back together and he would tell me how sorry he was and how much he loved me.
I still daydream of us together, happy.
We'd be old enough to have kids now, but we wouldn't. Both of our careers would be skyrocketing and we wouldn't have time to raise children.
But in a few years, when we were financially stable and ready to settle down we'd have three perfect children, two girls and a boy.
And Andre would make sure they could play every instrument under the sun and Cat would buy the girls everything in pink and I would pretend that I hated it when really I loved it.
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The watch broke today.
I took it to the shop and asked them to fix it but they couldn't because they don't make the model anymore.
I ponder the thought that this is the universe's way to get over you.
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It has been 10 years. I thought I would be over you by now.
But, unfortunately, I'm still as madly in love with you as I was in high school. Probably even more now.
I've seen every single one of your movies.
Andre and Tori have tried to set me up on dates, telling me I'm obsessing over you.
I'm not obsessing, I just love you.
They keep trying to tell me that you're dead.
But you aren't dead.
I don't know what they are talking about.
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Author's Note: I'm not really sure about this story, if you didn't understand, Beck died and Jade refused to believe it, even having hallucinations that Beck was in movies or on TV. In her head, she just believed that he had left her and broken up with her. That was painful for her to deal with, but not anywhere near as painful as knowing that Beck was dead. Having this still-alive Beck in her head was her way of coping, and the gang encouraged her to keep thinking that, until they saw how it was the only thing she believed and that she refused to even acknowledge his death. Please review, thanks!
