OMG THIS CHAPTER IS SO FEELSY THAT IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY! Good Jesus Grandma. I hope you like it!


(Still Jon's POV)

I followed Emile into the lobby, where Tim and Lizzy were sitting. Lizzy looked sad, and Tim was texting.

"HEY GUYS!" Emile said excitedly. "I KNOW WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO THIS MORNING!"

"Okay, Emile." Lizzy said. "Calm down and we'll listen."

I grinned. She was funny AND cute. Tim looked up at me and smiled embarrassedly. I still felt guilty, so I looked down.

"We're gonna go up to the room, and I'll tell you there!" Emile said. I rolled my eyes, and Lizzy smiled. I smiled at her, and she looked away, her smile fading.

It's times like these that I just want to throw myself off the harbor.

We headed up to the hotel room, and as soon as we entered, Emile made us sit in a circle on the floor.

"I feel like I'm in kindergarten again." I said, scowling at Emile. He sat down, smiling.

"We're gonna play a game called 'Things You Don't Know About Me.' We each have to tell at least five things." Emile said.

"Oh, Emile. Why?" I asked.

"You said there were many things we don't know about you, so I want to find them out. I can go first, if you want." He said.

Lizzy shook her head.

"You never fall short to amaze me, Emile." Lizzy said. I laughed.

"I'm gonna go, okay?" Emile said, his voice slightly trembling. Oh god, what kind of secrets did he have?

"Fire away." I said quietly.

"You know how I had a terrible childhood?" Emile asked quietly.

"Yeah. Your parents broke up when you were... Eight?" I asked, vaguely remembering the details.

"Yeah. But the reason that my mom divorced my dad was because he abused me. I still have the scars." Emile whispered.

It was silent in the room, besides the wind howling outside.

"Emile..." I whispered, my heart breaking. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I dunno. It never came up." Emile said.

"You still could have told us. We could have helped you." Lizzy said, compassion in her beautiful blue-grey eyes. It made my heart throb to see her sad.

"I don't need help, guys—" Emile said.

"I beg to differ." I said.

"—I'm still Emile. I'm still the happy-go-lucky guy you guys don't like."

I grinned. Lizzy smiled, and Tim said:

"I wish I was happy-go-lucky."

"Please, Tim. We don't need two of Emile."

Tim laughed and so did Lizzy and Emile.

"Okay, Lizzy. Your turn." Emile said. Lizzy's smile faded off her face, and she looked scared. I was about to tell her that she didn't have to go when she said:

"My baby sister Sierra died when she was six."

It was silent again in the room. My heart raged at Emile, and I hit him on the arm.

"This is one of the worst ideas you've ever had. And you had the idea to buy 'carne de mysterio en el bolsa'"

"Hey! I have had good ideas!" Emile insisted.

"Oh yeah? Name one." I said.

"Guys." Tim chimed in quietly.

We shut up. Lizzy was staring at her lap. I scooted over to her, and put my arm around her shoulders. She blushed, and I felt happy for a second. Then it was Tim's turn.

"I've never had a girlfriend." Tim asked.

"Really?" Emile asked. "Wow."

"You have no room to talk, Emile. You've never had one either."

"I know, but Tim is older than me." Emile said.

"I've been on dates before, of course, but I've never had an actual girlfriend."

"Oh, okay." Emile said. "I've never been on a date before. I spend too much time playing video games."

Lizzy laughed.

But then it was my turn. I looked at Lizzy. Should I announce my undeniable love for her?

"I—" I started. My phone went off, cutting me off. It was the Metal Gear Solid Theme Song.

There were only two people on my phone who had that ringtone. My mom, and...

Please God, I begged silently. Please let it be my mom.

I looked at at the caller ID, and my heart stopped.

It was her.

Christy-Ellen.

My breath caught in my throat, and my phone slipped out of my fingers. I looked to Emile in a panic, and my phone kept on ringing. Emile looked at the caller ID, and he paled.

"Answer it!" Emile said sharply.

"What?! Are you crazy?!" I asked, panicked.

"See what she wants!" Emile said. "Come on, Jon!"

It was on its last ring. I sighed deeply and answered it, determinedly not looking at Lizzy.

"Hello?" I asked shakily.

"Jon?" Christy-Ellen's timid voice spoke into my ear. Oh god, her voice...

"Hello, Christy." I said formally.

There was a short pause.

"How are you?" She asked. I sighed.

"Fine. Why are you calling me?" I asked, my nerves about to choke me.

"I... I was just wondering how you were." She said quietly. The thing about Christy-Ellen is that she is really quiet and shy. Until you get comfortable with her. Then she releases her wild side.

"Well, I'm fine." I said, my tone a bit snappish.

It was quiet for a second.

"I miss you, Jon. I really do." She whispered in her quiet tone. My throat tightened. I didn't have a response.

"I'm sorry I overreacted. It was wrong of me to be jealous about your friends." She said.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"I want you back, Jon. I love you and miss you."

My heart stopped and my breath quickened. What?! She wanted me back?!

"You want me back?!" I asked, my voice strained.

"Yes. I love you." She said.

I can't tell you how tempted I was to take her up on her offer. I still loved her, even if she divorced me. We... We were going to get married.

But then I thought of Lizzy. How her blue-gray eyes shined and how her hair fell around her face. I loved her. Not Christy-Ellen.

"Christy-" I started. "I..."

"You what?" She asked, her voice growing slightly sharp.

"I can't. I love someone else." I said, my voice soft.

"Jon... we were going to get married..." She whispered. My heart broke.

"I know." My voice broke. "But I can't do it."

"Okay. Bye, then, Jon. I... I love you."

"Goodbye, Christy. I... I'm sorry." I said, my voice shaking.

"Don't be sorry, Jon. I hope you found someone who loves you just as much as I love you."

My eyes stung. The call ended.

I set down my phone slowly. I was so upset.

But then a burning anger filled me, along with my grief. I roared, and threw my phone at the wall. I didn't care if it shattered. I didn't care about anything anymore. I didn't care about what happened today, or tomorrow, or a year from now. I was done. I was done with everything. I was done with my life.

I stood up briskly, and walked over to the door. I grabbed my coat, and looked at the other three who were perched on the floor.

"I'm done." I spat. "I'm done with everything. I'm done with this shit."

And I left.

I ran out of the building. I ran all the way to the harbor, my emotions running wild with me. I didn't feel myself get short of breath. I didn't feel the coldness on my skin, or the wind in my face. No. The only thing I felt was grief and anger and sadness. And I didn't want to feel.

I ran to the tallest part of the harbor, where the dock was perched on top of a hill. The water was deepest here. Perfect. I looked at the cold water, and watched it swish back at forth. I watched as my feet neared the edge of the dock. I watched as a part of me died before I even jumped.

Just jump, a voice in my head whispered. It will all be over. Just think; no worries or stress or anything for the rest of your days.

No, Jon. My conscience whispered. You'll regret it. People who commit suicide don't go to heaven.

My vision blurred red for a second, and I suddenly heard rushed breaths behind me.

"Jon!" A voice shouted. "Don't jump! Whatever you do, don't jump!"

I looked behind me, and saw Emile, Tim, and Lizzy.

"I'm done!" I roared. "I'm DONE."

"Jon, no!" I heard Tim shout.

"I'm done with this Hell hole you call a life! I'm done with this shit! I've held on for way too fucking long! And it's over. It's all over."

I positioned myself to jump.

"Why, Jon? Why? Why are you doing this?!" Emile asked quietly. "I can't live without you, Jon. I can't."

"Well you're going to have to. Goodbye, Emile. You were my best friend." I said calmly.

And that was when I jumped.

But... you'll never believe this.

Emile jumped in after me.


*gasp* Cliffhanger! Dun Dun Dun!

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