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Freddie's POV

Spencer ran in the room. his hand clutching a piece of paper, fear on his face. I wanted to get up so badly, but that wasn't an option. "Carly's gone!" he cried, falling to the ground, the paper landing on my legs. I reached down, but cried out in pain.

I struggled with it, until I grabbed the paper. I lay back panting. That had seriously hurt. I took a shaking breath, and read the note.

Spencer. I love you more than my own life. You mean so much to me. I'm sorry I'm doing this, but it's time I let go of Seattle. I will keep in touvh with you. I have enough money to fly to Hawaii, my dream home, and buy an apartment. Remember that I got 6,000 dollars for my sixteenth birthday from Granddad. Remember that I love you, and that I didn't do this to hurt you. I will call you as much as possible.
With love,
Carly

I could only feel shock. Hawaii? Pain filled me, when I realized it was my fault. Tears rolled down my face. "No." I sobbed. Doctors hurried in, because I accidently pressed the red button. They saw me crying, and grabbed the note.

After scanning It, they backed out baffled. "Carly, God no," I sobbed harder and harder. Why was I acting this way? I love Sam. Not Carly.

Right?

Sam's POV

It was noon, when a doctor told me I needed to go down to see Freddie and Spencer. That it was urgent. I had help getting up. I was confused. This is was last day, and Carly was supposed to come pack my things, since mom was probably out cold from whiskey.

I went down to his room. Spencer was crying to himself in a chair by the window, and Freddie was full out sobbing. A note sat on the bedside table. It was all crinkled, and I went over and grabbed it. Before I read it, Freddie whispered "Oh Carly. Why?" Shock filled me and I read the letter.

A tear rolled down my face. This could not be happening. I had to be the strong one. I grabbed Freddie's hand and clutched it tight. He looked up at me, seeming surprised to see me there. Pain was in his eyes.

It reminded me of that day, three years ago, when Stew had broken up with Carly.

Me and Freddie went into the studio, to see Carly sobbing on a bean bag. We hurried to her.

We broke up," she sobbed. I hugged her, while Freddie stood awkwardly. She just cried in my arms. Soon I had to pee, so I made Freddie come hug her.

I left, but hurried back when I finished. Freddie was cradling Carly in his arms, her face pressed into his chest. You could hear her cries, muffled my his body. I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine.

I saw anger, directed to Stew. But mostly I saw pain. Pain to see his love in so much pain. Her and Stew had been serious. Serious enough for Carly to pray for him to pop the question. He hugged her silently, and I secretly vowed never to tell Carly.

I knew what this meant of course. Freddie had fallen for her again. I was just the past. A strong pain hit me. But then I went numb. I had a whole in my chest. I let go of his hand. I backed away from him slowly.

He looked at me, and saw the look of realization, and zombiness on my face. I tried to show no emotion. I was shaking my head slightly. His eyes glazed over then he looked back at me, understandment on his face.

"Sam." Was all he said. I kept backing away. "I loved you, dweeb," I choked out, leaving the room. I glanced back one more time to see his eyes full of a pain I had never seen before. Then his eyes shut. I turned, and kept limping.

I heard a loud beeping from the room. I kept walking. I heard Spencer yell for doctors. I heard the single call from a nurse, "We need a crash cart in here!"

I kept walking. I was numb inside. To much pain enveloped me. I walked into the elevator, and sank to the floor. Then I broke down. I could still hear the distinct yells of "CLEAR!" over and over again. That's when I blacked out.

Sorry, if you don't like it. I'm sick right now, and its late cause I cant sleep. But please review. Don't be mad that I left you at a cliffie! Please tell me what you think!