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So sorry for the late update, please don't hate me. (Dodges rotten fruit)

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He was shocked when she arrived on his doorstep. He hadn't been expecting her, in fact, he hadn't been expecting anyone. So when he opened the door and there she was, he was pleasantly surprised. Until she burst into tears. He stood before her, bewildered, wondering exactly what it was he had done to make her cry because all he had done was smile.

"Jules?" he uttered quietly, his voice catching, he loved her, and seeing her cry like that was painful. He reached out to her, wrapped her tightly in his arms and let her sob against his chest, taking a few steps into the apartment and shutting the door behind them.

"Jules, what is it?" he asked her, running his fingers through her hair, attempting, in vain, to soothe her.

"I can't Shawn, I can't, I can't, I can't…" she just kept repeating the same two words and it frightened him.

"You can't what, sweetheart?"

She just shook her head and pushed away from him, the tears still flowing down her cheeks.

"I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" he asked her, almost too terrified of the answer to get the words out.

"I can't hold you back."

"Hold me back from what?" she wasn't making much sense and he was starting to get really confused.

"From your life Shawn, I can't let you waste your life trying to replace memories. It isn't fair, you're still young Shawn, you have so many happy years ahead of you, and I'm keeping you from them."

"Keeping me from my life?" he asked her incredulously, "Jules, you are my life."

"That's the problem."

"You don't want to be in my life?" he questioned, his heart contracting painfully.

"No…yes…I mean, c'mon Shawn. The doctor can't guarantee that I'll get my memories back, and neither can you. You shouldn't have to waste your life trying to find out. You should be able to move on, you should see other people Shawn."

He looked panicked and she felt horrible for causing him distress but she didn't want him resenting her twenty years down the road because she had kept him in the same place because she could never move on.

"I don't want to see other people, Jules. I want to see you. And as far as trying to help you regain your memories as being a waste, that's bullshit. I care about you Juliet, this isn't a waste."

"Shawn," she shook her head, the tears coming back, he wasn't making this easy on her.

"Jules, just forget about what you were going to say, all right? Just come sit down and I'll make hot chocolate."

She shook her head vehemently.

"No Shawn, I can't forget, I won't forget, not this. You need to be able to have a normal life, and I can't give you that."

Tears started down his cheeks, but he ignored them.

"I don't care about normal. If I did, do you think that I'd be dancing around in visions that I don't really have? Do you think that I'd show up to the police station saying half the things that I do? Jules, if I wanted to be normal, I'd have a steady nine to five job, I'd live in a real house instead of an apartment, and I'd drive a car, not a motorcycle."

She smiled and so did he, thinking that he had soothed her enough to distract her from the reason that she was there, but unfortunately for his heart, he hadn't.

"Shawn, you deserve to have a girlfriend that can remember you, that can remember all the feelings that she has for you and be able to act on them. You deserve someone who gives as much as she takes, and that's not me. Not anymore."

She started towards the door, but his hand clamped down on her wrist and he pulled her close.

"Jules…"

"Please Shawn, don't make this harder than it already is."

They were both crying now.

"If it's so damn hard then why are you doing it? Don't say these things Jules stay with me. Don't leave, please."

She hugged him and he melted against her touch.

"You are a wonderful man Shawn, and I'll never forget you, not again."

He looked down at her as she pulled away and she had the vague thought that he was the most soul-destroyingly beautiful man she had ever met.

"Jules I…"

But she was already gone, the door slamming shut behind her as she took off down the hallway, her feet pounding the cement of the steps as she tore towards the first floor and solid ground, leaving Shawn a broken and hurting man, crying all alone in his apartment.

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Juliet sighed as she packed her suitcase. She had decided that staying in Santa Barbara was just too painful. She cared for Shawn, she really did, and it hurt her that she had hurt him. He had even come by her place a few times, pounding on the door, beggin her to open up, but she never did. She knew that if she opened that door and he looked at her that she'd melt. One glance from his hazel eyes and she'd be a puddle at his feet. He'd sweep her up into his arms and take her back into his life, and she'd destroy it. She couldn't stand the thought of Shawn hating her, and she knew that if she opened that door, then eventually, he would.

So she was headed back to Miami. Most of her family was there, and all her old friends were still there. It had been her very first home and it would always hold a special place in her heart. She knew that she was never going to be a police officer ever again, and she needed support that wasn't going to break her heart every time she saw him.

She zipped up her suitcase and put it by the door. She had to catch her plane in the morning.

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Gus sighed as he closed the door to Shawn's bedroom after three solid hours of trying to get the pseudo-psychic out of bed, but to no avail. He had never seen Shawn so distraught, especially over a girl. Shawn was a lady's man, always had been, he'd entered the game at the tender age of fourteen and hadn't had a girlfriend last for longer than three months. Although Juliet technically fell into that category, Shawn had loved her for over a year. He'd never said it out loud, but he'd never had to, Gus knew the youngest Spencer better than he knew himself sometimes and he'd known the instant that Shawn had actually taken the time to renew the lease on Psych that the main reason that his best friend was sticking around was the petite blonde detective.

It broke his heart to see his best friend so inconsolable.

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Juliet stood in the waiting area, looking at her watch impatiently, wishing that they'd call her plane soon because she was starting to lose her nerve.

"Jet 8753 to Miami, Florida now boarding."

The blonde ex-detective sighed and grabbed her carry on bag, shoving it over her shoulder and heading towards the gate when she heard a familiar voice.

"Jules! Juliet!"

She turned on her heel and would have smiled if she hadn't been so confused.

"What are you doing here?"

"You can't leave."

Gus stood before her, panting a bit, and Juliet wasn't sure what to do.

"Why not?"

"Because I haven't been able to get Shawn out of bed in over two days. He hasn't showered, he hasn't slept, he hasn't eaten, and more importantly, he won't crack a joke. You broke his heart Juliet, and normally, being as close to Shawn as I am, I would be angry with you for hurting him. I have never seen Shawn so upset, and so the only thing that I can even think of to do to make him better is to get you back in his life. Don't do this Juliet."

"Jet 8753 to Miami, Florida, last call for boarding, last call for boarding."

She turned her head to look at the gate then back at Gus.

"This is best for Shawn, Gus."

"If you could see what he looks like right now, you wouldn't feel that way."

He turned and left her standing there, the last call for her flight going over the intercom and she watched him go before turning on her heel and handing her ticket and boarding pass in, heading off towards her seat.

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OH NO!! She's leaving! Don't worry; it'll all work out in the end, you'll see.

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