It's been three days since my Mom texted me saying that she was coming back to LA to see Trina and I for a while. I'm sitting anxiously on my couch waiting because they're due here any second. I love my parents, but I haven't told them anything about my struggle with depression or with Jade. I just didn't want to disappoint any more people than I already have.

I remember telling them about Katrina and the divorce, and they wanted to come to LA so badly, but they were tied up at work. And it was okay actually because sometimes I just need to be alone to deal with these kinds of things. And I hate it… I freaking hate that I feel so alone, but I never want anyone around. God, I must be more fucked up then I originally thought.

I push myself off the edge of counter when I hear the doorbell. I rush over to the door and open it as I'm wrapped in a tight hug by the three members of my family.

"God, I missed you guys." I say as my Dad laughs into my shoulder.

"We missed you too." He says as we let go. Trina and our parents make their way over to the couch and sit down.

"So good to be home," My Mom says with a smile. We all sit down with water as we catch up; I bite my lip listening to their stories because I know they're going to ask me how it's going, and I'm going to have to tell them everything. And if I'm being completely honest, I don't know if I'm ready to face them yet.

One hour later…

I managed to keep them talking for an hour about themselves by asking questions that required long answers, but now I can tell they're out of things to say. Trina left a few minutes ago because she was needed for her job in a few hours, and the drive took just about that long. I'm nervously shaking my leg now, because what if they aren't supportive of everything I'm about to tell them, what if they reject me like a lot of people have? What if-

"Tori, honey?"

"Yeah, Mom?" I reply, snapping myself from my own thoughts.

"Are you okay? You just seem a little distance." She says with a concerned look in her eyes. I sigh and I know there's no getting away from this again, I'll have to tell them.

"I-I uh… actually, I have to tell you guys something… but, y-you have to promise not to hate me or… or anything like that because I don't know how I could handle that."

And then they look at me, with such sadness that I feel bad for doubting that they would just walk away.

"Oh, you know we wouldn't sweetie, we love you." My dad says as he pats my knee, making me smile a little before taking a deep breath.

"Okay… well, you know how when I was fifteen, I started acting, different?" They nod slowly. "Alright well… that year I realized something wasn't right… I didn't feel like myself and I kept questioning everything I did, thinking I wasn't good enough for anyone. But of course I just thought that was part of being my age, turns out the problem was a lot deeper than I thought. I found it really hard to be in school being everything made me nervous, I just felt like everyone was laughing at me, and they actually weren't until later freshman year. I-I started self harming because I just didn't know how to deal with everything. It was all so overwhelming, I just… just felt like a failure."

I take a breath as I look over my parents' face. Sadness mixed with understanding, so I continue.

"And… someone noticed my scars in the bathroom when I rolled up my sleeves to wash my hands, and they told everything. I was the laughing stock of the whole school. "Miss perfect finally messes up" "You're not so perfect anymore" "Congratulations! You went from being perfect to being a failure and a loser!" Their words kept circling around in my head, trapping me within my own thoughts, and I just… I couldn't get out! I tried… I tried so damn hard to be normal again, but I couldn't!" I scream as I tear falls down my cheek. Both my parents pull me into a hug as I continue sobbing.

"Honey, shh, no one's perfect, we all make mistakes." My Mom whispers into my hair, both of them pulling me tighter, but I lose my grip and wipe my eyes.

"I get that… I do, but to me it just feels like everyone's better than me." I sniffle. "But… when I went to Hollywood Arts, that was my turn to start over, to try to make something of myself, but I couldn't. I was going to get signed by a huge company but… but they said they couldn't have a fuck up for a role model. I was so hurt… and confused, but then I met Jade and she made everything go away for a while, or so I thought. She just masked the pain… and that was good enough for me."

"What happened with Jade, Vic?" I smile a little when my Dad says this; he only calls me Vic when he's really into the conversation.

"She… I… we… I don't know, Daddy. We love each other, so much that even depression couldn't tear us apart. But then… then Katrina died and, depression has defeated us. I-I don't know what to do… I need her, but our love-"

"Tears you apart." They both whisper silently. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out so I just nod slowly.

"Y-yeah… how'd you know?" I ask as they look at each other and chuckle.

"Holly?"

"David?"

I look between them waiting for something, anything, until my Mom speaks up.

"Well, you see honey, I used to be in love with this girl-" I gasp. "And your Father here used to be in love with this boy-"

"No way." I say, my mouth open as they shrug.

"It's true, his name was Justin."

"And her name was Elena." Sad and distant looks were in both their eyes, and it made my heart twitch seeing my parents with such longing and sadness present in them. "Long story short, I met her at school and we fell in love, but our love was dangerous; it didn't make it easy for either of us. Our parents started resenting us, and school was even worse. We realized that our love tore us apart rather than bring us together." She sighs.

"And I met Justin at a bookstore; we talked whenever I went in there, and then I found myself going there just to see him, to talk to him. We weren't supposed to fall in love, but we did. It was hard, so hard, and because of that, our love slowly tore us apart too. But you listen to me, Vic, just because Elena and Holly didn't work out, and just because Justin and I didn't work out, does not mean I want you to give up. Anyone can clearly see that you and Jade belong together. It's simple, but it's complicated." He nods in my direction, my mouth still hanging open.

"You can't give up on the most complicated parts, Tori, because that's what the four of us did and something great had to come to an end because of that. Don't let that happen to you and Jade; I don't give two shits what she, or anyone has to say about you two being together. You need to get your girl back, and together, you both need to find your own clarity."

Reason number ten thousand and one why I love my parents. We all smile at each other, tears in our eyes as we have a long family hug.

A few more hours pass and they have left now, after we had a good old family game night with extra cheese pizza and homemade lemonade.

It's now that I know that I have to get Jade back, because I won't make it without her, because she's my clarity, and whether she believes it or not, I am hers.

One day later…

Jade's POV

I miss her. I miss her so damn much, but I just keep telling myself it's for the best. And it probably is, but I'm starting to question myself. My Mom has been supporting me of whatever decision I make, which is good, but I just don't know what to do.

"Jadelyn, honey, are you okay?" She asks as we walk into Manchester's Food Mart. I nod and give her a half smile.

"Fine, Mom."

"No, you're not. I think y-" She's cut off by her phone beeping. She looks at the number, pulls a confused look and answers; when the person on the other line starts talking she nearly chokes.

"H-How did you get my number?" She whispers, covering the speaker to flash me a nervous smile. "Jadelyn, we uh, we need lots of stuff so, can you go find the onions for the tires okay? I'll be by the checkout if you need more Tori- I mean time, just go find some stuff, a lot of it, okay?" She fumbles. I'm not sure if I should laugh or be deeply concerned, so I take the cart, giving her one last odd look before I apparently look for onions that we need for the tires.

"If I need more Tori?" I repeat my Mom, pulling a confused face before sighing. "Yeah, I could use a dose or two of her right now."

Whatever. I roll my eyes at my own thoughts as I cruise around the store. Manchester is beautiful, don't get me wrong, but their food is shitty. I mean, there are a few good places to eat sure, but it amazingly, makes me miss America.

I continue walking through the store, but I never put anything in the cart. Bored as hell, I check my phone and see I have a message from my Mom:

Hurry up and get to the car.

I ditch the cart next to another unaccompanied one and speed walk out to our black Volvo. She calmly drives back to our house, glancing at me occasionally. I glance at her, too, trying to figure out why she looks so… conflicted?

Once we get to the house, it was getting dark and I could hear the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. We walked inside and my Mom told me to go up to my room for a while, so, I listened and headed up the long staircase.

I get into my room and collapse on the bed, letting the comfort of the bed to consume me, but it doesn't work.

It's the right thing.

I just have to keep telling myself that. But now, for whatever reason, I'm trying to find something to prove me wrong. I reach over, grab my iPod off the desk, plug it into the base and let Pandora do it's thing. Finally, after some songs by Lana Del Rey, and Marina and The Diamonds play, a song I've never heard softly plays out into the room.

High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life.

Fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time.

Hold still right before we crash, cuz' we both know how this ends.

A clock ticks, till' it breaks your glass, and I drown in you again.

I'm staring at the ceiling now, letting these unknown words soak into my veins.

'Cause you are the piece of me, I wish I didn't need.

Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why.

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?

If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

I swallow and sit up, turning the song off. Trying to ignore what I realize now, (and knew all along), I go take a shower, but by the time I get out I know that song was the 'something' I was looking for to prove me wrong. Of course there were other things, that I just ignored; but this song, I don't know, it just got to me. Maybe she really is my clarity, but, am I hers?

I get dressed and walk downstairs, my Mom waiting for me it seems, sitting on the edge of the white couch.

"Jadelyn… I need to talk to you."

"Okay…" I say, leaning against the railing, motioning for her to continue. She sighs and looks up at the ceiling, running her hands down her face slowly.

"Alright, I need you to answer his question absolutely honestly, understand?" I nod. "Do you still love Tori?"

"Yes." I answer simply. She nods now, a small smile in place on her lips.

"You want to know something, Jadelyn?" I nod again, not really sure where she was going with this. "I think… I think that I was wrong about Tori. As a Mother, recently I've felted compelled to keep you away from anything that hurts you, and it's now I realize that Tori doesn't hurt you, she fixes you, in the weirdest and most uncomprehendible ways. And I'm sorry I wasn't around to see this for myself until now, but I'm telling you, you know you need that girl, correct?"

"Yeah…" I let out a breathy sigh.

"Want to know something else?" She asks with a half smile.

"Sure." I answer, nodding.

"I love you, Jade." She says with watery eyes and a half smile still on her lips. She comes up to me and hugs me as I bury my face into her shoulder. "I know you're not a little kid anymore, but I just thought you should kn-"

"I love you too, Mom." She tightened her arms around me as I said this. It was like I was fourteen again, so young and naïve, but with her right by my side to guide me through it all.

She pulls back and smiles at me, wiping her tears. "Hey, listen, before it gets too dark, why don't you take a walk by the cliffs?"

"Uh, sure, okay." I say as she kisses my forehead. I grab my jacket off the coat hanger and walk out of the door. I walk for a few minutes before reaching the edge of the cliff, standing and looking down at the purple and blue water, sighing in contentment.

I reach for my phone when I hear it vibrate, it's a text from Tori.

Hey, I know you don't want anything to do with me, but can we talk?

I look out over the setting sun, the sound of the ocean calming.

Actually… I was wrong, Tori. I do want something to do with you, I want everything to do with you.

I was hoping you'd say that.

I raise my eyebrow when I text back.

Why's that?

Because I'd feel pretty stupid standing here if you didn't.

"What is she talking about?" I whisper to myself before typing a reply.

Standing where?

Turn around…

My eyes open wide as I read what she sent. Slowly, slowly, I turn on my heels, taking a few steps back from the cliff's edge. I see her standing a few yards away from me, a gentle smile on her face. We walk to each other, keeping a few inches on space between us when we meet.

"Hey, listen, before it gets too dark, why don't you take a walk by the cliffs?"

There are few things I could thank my Mom for at the moment, but this, is definitely number one.

Her and I stand there, looking at each other for a few moments before I take her hands in mine.

"Tori…?" I whisper out the question; she squeezes my hands.

"I know Jade, I know." She whispers back, leaning in to press a light and tender kiss on my lips.

"It's in the darkness that you find your only light." –unknown.

We walk back to the cliff and stand, victorious, on the edge with my arm around her shoulder and hers around my waist. And in this moment, I didn't know if we would make it, but right now seems pretty promising, and that's all the reassurance I need.

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