Disclaimer: I don't own Jonas LA or any of the characters. This is a follow-up story to The Rainbow after the Storm. This is what happens before the first chapter.

It happened so quickly that he barely had time to even take everything in. She came into his life once second to leave him the next second in despair. The words she said, he thought he was just hearing things wrong. But then everything seemed to become clear. Everything was real. It was a living nightmare.

"Nick..." whispered Macy, her face showing no emotion.

Nick glanced up from the papers that he was working on. He smiled at his girlfriend. He patted the seat beside him.

Macy shook her head sadly. "I'm not staying for long."

Nick began to grow worry. "What do you mean, Mace?"

Macy sighed, struggling with her words. "Nick...I...you...us..." she whispered, shaking her head, "We're not working anymore. I'm leaving tomorrow."

Nick was in a state of disbelief. His face was expressionless, blank, showing no signs of what he was feeling.

"Nick..." Macy said trying to break the trance that Nick had been put in.

For no reason at all, Nick broke into a heavy hysteria's of laughter. "Okay...For a second...I thought..you said..." he trailed off, seeing in her eyes that she wasn't joking. "Oh god..." Nick whispered, sadly. "No, Macy...Don't!" He was on the verge of breaking down in tears in front of her. "Please don't leave me."

Macy looked down at her feet, ashamed to even make eye contact with him. "I...I'm sorry." she whispered softly, turning to leave.

He felt his knees grow weak, and he couldn't stop himself from falling. He fell, tears trailing down his face. Loud sobs were now escaping him. "Macy...why..."

Macy couldn't look back, there was no turning back now. She really hadn't wanted to do this, at least not like this. If she went back, it would show that she was weak and couldn't stick to her decisions, so she kept on walking, and walked out of his life.

Macy held tightly to a paper, as she waited for her flight. The paper in her hands was the cause of her break up. She couldn't have kept on living like that. She loved him, yes. But she wasn't going to just sit around and be trashed by the press and horrible tabloids. Since the beginning, she had known that it was too good to be true. As she heard her flight be called, she crumbled the piece of paper in her hands and threw it into the nearest trash bin. Sighing, she climb aboard the plane and was gone from his life entirely.

In the house, in La, Nick sat there on the floor, still in a heap and crying. His crying had subsided enough to think of words to describe everything that had just happened. His love, his air had just left him. He felt sick, he felt like his whole world was crashing down on him. In one second, his whole life changed. The words were going through his mind. The incident that had just happened was critical. He felt helpless, so helpless to do anything. His own motivation to live had left him, and his world was going downhill from there on. Everything coming clear now for him. He can't just run and hide; all his hiding spots are revealed. He can't escape this pain no more. It's too much for him. He can't even eat or sleep. He doesn't feel the urge to eat anything. Or to even go to sleep, if only for a couple of hours or so. Without her, none of those things seem to matter to him. He sees no point. And this storm has just begun; now it is time for him to prepare himself.

AND THAT IS WHERE THE FIRST PART STARTS...

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