Wow, I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as well. Anyways off with the details I was talking about last chapter. Shane and Mitchie here are in their mid-twenties. I can't pinpoint exactly what age because the movie did not tell us. The other details, well, I still have to think about so just hang on there.

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Thanks to my Beta Reader, JBlove, for all the editing.

Chapter 2

Shane's POV

This is real.

This is me.

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now.

Gonna let the light shine on me.

I heard it non-stop in my head, unable to kick those lyrics out of me, the same lyrics that broke my manly pride whenever I heard them. I swore to myself I would never let them get to me again, but I couldn't. How could I resist those words that brought me to the real world? How could I forget about the person who changed me? Who loved me?

It was that very day that my soul parted away from her. When I held her close and wished to never let go, when I promised that I would never leave her. And the day I broke that promise.

"Shane? Shane…" Michael, my co-worker, waved his hand in front of me, wishing to capture my attention. Unfortunately for him, I was in no mood to play around, so I acted cool and went back to work in my small little cubicle.

"Aw…Don't be like that, man!" he whined.

But still I paid no attention. Instead, I focused myself on my five page report and struggled to take my mind off the song which had been bugging me the whole day.

After awhile longer of trying, Michael finally gave up and walked away just before I heard him muttering to himself, "What's wrong with him?"

What's wrong with me?! A LOT, I tell you! My head is crazy, my life is whacked-out, and my heart feels dead. It's my fault, though; little me destroyed it. I have no one to blame but me. But after all the guiltiness, my own knowledge of it outweighed my emotions. And I knew I had to do it.

Of course, after trying to finish the five page report, which was a 'get it done or be killed' assignment, I was going crazy. And for that, I don't blame myself. I mean, who is there to blame? None other than my boss, Mr. Howard. Or what the others and I liked to call him: Mr. Killjoy. Emphasis on kill!

For the rest of the day, I sat at my little desk, constantly being sidetracked by none other than her voice. Her angelic voice, running in my head like a jukebox in a silver diner restaurant. A voice that makes you just go with the flow and let all your misery go, eat your burgers or whatever you ordered with a sweet sensation in your mouth. By now, I knew I couldn't stop thinking about it so I just let it go. I brought back everything that had happened six years ago, including the time I broke her heart and killed my soul.

"So, what's been going on in your head lately?" Michael finally cracked as darkness had already fallen on the city of Seattle and it was time to leave for the night. It was that time of the day where I could relax all my tense nerves and get out of Mr. Howard's tight grip. Unfortunately, my luck had just been driven away by one pesky co-worker.

"Got a chick on your mind?" He smiled suspiciously as we walked over to the parking lot.

In reply to that question, I could have said, "Yup, a chick who meant more to me than life."But I went with a more common one, "Just little things, really."

"Little things? Dude! You were like in midair for the whole day! I don't know if it's the report or the serious pressure Howard puts on you, but you were starting to creep out everyone around you. You were humming to yourself what sounded like a…a chick song, and then you were off in your little world all of a sudden."

"Look." I stopped in my tracks and faced him with seriousness in my eyes, hoping he would catch on to what I would say next. "There have just been things, alright? And I don't care if everyone stares." I walked off again and mumbled to myself, "I get that a lot anyway." But he heard every single word.

"Of course everyone would stare at you! You're Shane Gray, for crying out loud! There are tons of girls willing to date you, marry you at any given time. There's got to be one girl you're interested in. Come on now, tell me!" Michael slung his arm around me and gave me one of those manly hugs as if trying to get information from me, but he wasn't the luckiest man on earth.

After what seemed like years, I finally spotted my old used Jeep and picked up my pace to lose the one guy I'd been trying to get away from. He walked a little faster as well, hoping to catch up to me, but by the time he reached me, I slammed the driver's side door of my Jeep in his face. I could have sworn he started tearing up for a moment as if I might have broken his nose. Oh well, I thought it needed a little adjustment anyways.

I drove out of the parking lot as fast as I could, making it look like a scene from one of those Indiana Jones movies, with the bad guy on my tail. Or my annoying office mate.

I drove home on Interstate 5; hoping time would go much faster for me. Soon, the scenery started to look more like the countryside and knew I was only minutes away from seeing the most important woman to me right now. After five more miles of driving, I spotted the one sign that cheered my heart. Marysville- 1 mile ahead.

I was finally home.

"Grandma, I'm home!" I yelled after shutting the door.

It was dark in the house, which made me a little worried. Often times, Grandma would leave the lights on for me, but tonight there weren't any. I scurried off to the living room, expecting to see her reading or something 'cause that's what she was usually doing whenever I got home.

But what I found was something I would not have expected. The lights were off and there wasn't any sign of an old lady in her seventies reading one of the classic books by Jane Austen. Worried now, I searched the whole house in case she changed her mind and was reading in another place. After awhile, my chest started to ache and I realized I had been holding my breath. She was nowhere to be found.

Then finally I heard, "In here, Shane." It was Grandma's voice, coming from a bedroom which was usually only used for guests. I ran into the room and found my grandma lying on the soft mattress with a photo album in her hands. She smiled faintly and I knew instantly she was trying to hide something from me.

"I thought I heard you running down the stairs," she said as she motioned for me to sit next to her.

I hurried to stand next to her, still wondering why her routine had changed tonight. But I wasn't going to ask her as she seemed to be in a peaceful mood.

"Sorry," I apologized. "I was looking for you."

"Ah." She sighed, holding the photo album tight in her hands. "I just felt like resting here for a moment. You know, I am an old woman already and sometimes I need a little change in the environment."

I smiled knowingly and reached out for the hand that was unoccupied by the photo album. I rubbed it gently, feeling her wrinkled skin under my thumb.

"Grandma, remember I told you I'd take you to the park or something, but you won't let me. You want to stay here."

"I know, Shane. But when you get old like me, you'll understand." She spoke softly, almost whispering. I could feel the weariness in her body as her breaths were a little unsteady, but she kept the smile on her face despite her weakness. I was about to object, but when I saw that she had opened up the photo album in her hands, it caught me off guard.

I had never seen that photo album, but I knew from the faded color of the pages that it was from back before I was born. One of the pages included a picture of a woman I could barely recognize. She looked oddly familiar and her face somewhat resembled my grandma's.

"Do you know who this is?" she asked, pointing out the young girl. I shook my head and took a closer look. "That was your mom when she was your age."

"Really?" I stared at the picture in disbelief. Now I could see it. She was just like me, with her brown eyes and black hair. She was beautiful and she reminded me of a woman just like her.

"Yes. She was quiet the charmer when she was young. Actually, she had many suitors, including your dad." She laughed at the memory. I remembered my mom telling me about her and my dad's early love, but at that time I was too full of myself to even listen to her. I felt sick even thinking about it.

"I guess Dad was a lucky man, huh?"

"Well, I couldn't really say that. You see, your mom was lucky too. Your dad was amazing to her and they loved each other very much. Actually, your mother was somewhat like a brat, but when your father came, everything changed. She was a different person. It's like this man had changed my daughter and I couldn't let go of that, so I definitely voted for him."

I smiled at the visions that flooded my head about my teenage parents and their love story. It kind of reminded me of my own except it didn't turn out to be a happy ending like theirs did.

I felt her hands tighten in my grip and she looked at me with an intense look in her eyes. "I know you love her, Shane, and don't let it go. It barely comes, you know."

"What do you mean?" I asked confusedly.

"Love." And with that, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

Only the next day, I found out what she had meant when she flew away with the birds and into a place with no misery.