Ok. So this chapter more or not a filler. Its not planned. this chapter supposed to be Joey's POV but as you know the story writes itself. :D I hope you guys like it anyway. Thank you to those who greeted me. :D i appreciate it! Sorry for the type errors and all that. :p

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Charlie bowed and avoided Joey's eyes as she told her the reason why she went missing; why she packed her bags and left and returned completely different from what she used to be. She could see the sadness in her wife's brown eyes and she hates that she caused it, but it was really out of her hand. Joey wanted to know the reason behind everything, why they fell apart; why she left her. And that was the reason. Because things changed, because Joey moved forward and in exchange left her, because she broke her promise knowing how much she needed her there on that night; how much she was dreading the whole situation and that the only thing that had her enduring those was because of her love for Joey –and she wasn't there.

"You weren't there, when you promised you will be," she continued in a soft voice; not accusing but merely stating. "I was worried too, because I know you wouldn't break your promise just like that and not to me, but… I left the auditorium, I run and walked and… I found you in the garden with… Hugo."

Joey remained quiet, listening. Tears were flowing non stop in her eyes and she didn't dare wipe it. She kept her hands locked with Charlie's.

"You two we're hugging and…" Charlie wiped her tears away, fully remembering that night and feeling exactly what she had felt as if it only happened yesterday. "You were holding flowers and your face… there was a content smile and it looks peaceful…."

"So you left because you thought I broke my promise?" Joey asked quietly. She doesn't know what to feel. She's sad and at the same time angry. They had been hurting for years. 'I almost completely lost her if not totally for a period of time, over something that could've been fix if only we had talked,' she thought.

Charlie nodded. "But, it wasn't all the reason," she said.

The raven-haired looks up to see the side of the brunette's face; witnessing tears that runs down her cheek which she wipes every now and then. She wants to know everything.

"As you know by now… I was in love with you then," Charlie said, turning to meet the glassy brown orbs that probably match her own blue. "I'm still in love with and that never changed. I don't think it will ever will. I may have stopped showing it; showing that I care; showing that you affect me or showing that I still love you the same way as I always have, but I never stopped loving you," she confess.

"Why did you stop showing me?" Joey asked, her eyes seeking answers and assurance form Charlie's blue pools.

"Because it wasn't my place to show it," Charlie said. "When I saw you and Hugo in the garden; when I saw you in his arms and you with that peaceful smile… I knew I had lost the fight even before it starts. I knew that what I feel for you will never be requited and that I would always be the friend that asked for more; the girl that fell in love with her best friend inappropriately and stupid enough to hope at the back of her head that her feelings would be reciprocated."

"The fight had begun, but you didn't fight. You never did fight, Charlie," Joey said softly and sadly. "With you, you just give way. You just let them take it away without a fight or you step aside. You didn't lose, you surrendered."

The brunette, studied Joey's face and her eyes; the raven-haired's words rings in her ears. Joey's voice was as soft as ever, but the words and the way she said it, Charlie couldn't understand why and what's with the hint of accusation.

"How can I fight?" she asked, "I wasn't given a reason to fight," she said bowing her head once again. "I wasn't…"

Joey took her hands away from Charlie, stopping her wife mid-sentence. "You have every right; every reason to fight," she interrupts her voice a little higher than usual. "You said you love me, isn't that love enough reason for you to fight regardless of knowing whether I feel the same or not?"

Charlie stared at Joey.

"I loved you Charlie. I love you," Joey continued looking straight in Charlie's eyes. "You were and are the most important person in my life –wife or best friend. Even when we were young, you've always been that. How can you not have seen that?"

"I knew you love me. I knew I'm the most important to you, but things changed when we got older and… at one point it had seemed that I was replaced by Hugo. How am I supposed to know what you feel? You distanced yourself to me. There were times that it felt like you were avoiding me." Charlie said desperately.

Joey bit her trembling lip. The brunette knew what that meant, Joey is trying to suppress her tears and break down. Without second thoughts, Charlie reached and captured her hands with hers, rubbing small circle against soft skin.

"I'm sorry if it had seemed that way, but I wasn't avoiding you," Joey said softly, her eyes now studying the pattern that Charlie's thumbs were creating on her skin. "I was just tyring to balance things. I didn't want Hugo to feel like things had changed when he first confessed his feelings, as well as getting myself used to in acknowledging my ever growing feelings for you. We were young then, and what I feel for you then and now, it had always been as strong as when we were innocent with how the world works. I always had that feeling, and I thought it was normal to feel that for you. But we reached that age when we question things."

Charlie nodded. She had been in that place too; she knew exactly what Joey felt. Joey still looking at Charlie's hand turned hers over and played with the brunette's thumb innocently.

"I didn't get it before; why do I look at you 3seconds longer that I should. Why do I notice every single thing you do? Why is it that I feel excited just by knowing that you're in the same room with me even though it wasn't un-natural? Why do I feel uncomfortable whenever one of guys show interest in you or looks at you with so much adoration?"

Sighing and looking up to once again look at her wife's beautiful face, Joey with her other hand cupped her musician's face and caressed the soft velvety skin underneath her palm. "Why do I notice every change in you? How your body started forming curves and bumps; how your hair was softer and wavier," she lightly put a wisp of brunette locks behind her said woman's ear, "how tanned skin glows under the sun," her thumb once again runs against smooth skin, "how full your lips are," down soft red lips followed by her gaze. "How beautiful you get every single day," Joey almost whispered as she get lost in the beauty before her.

In her wife's intense yet loving gaze, Charlie feels like melting; she feels bare and naked under the golden-brown.

"It didn't make sense to me then why and somehow it actually did and it confuses me," the raven-haired continue once she recovered from being lost in Charlie's beauty. "All the feelings I felt, I thought it was only in books –author's desperate bid to make the hopeless romantic believes that butterflies in stomach were real and felt; the thumping of the heart and the whole 9 yards. And then I found myself experiencing and it over-whelmed me. It scared me a little both because it was familiar at the same time a foreign feeling. Because it was you I'm feeling it to and because it was actually me feeling those book-like-feelings for you."

"I felt it too," Charlie admitted, leaning in Joey's palm and planting a soft kiss against it. "When I realised what I was feeling, as good as it feels to love you, it also hurts at the same time and so and for a very long time my reaction was to stop it. I keep telling myself I don't want it. I did everything not to want it but… at the end of every single day then and now, at the very back of my head that I refuse to grace light on I know… I'm still wishing to be the one to hold your love."

Over-whelmed with the revelations and confessions, Joey scooted closer to her wife, leaning her head against her shoulder as she cuddled closer to her side. She wanted to be as close to the brunette as possible. Instinctively, Charlie wrapped her arm around Joey's shoulder, keeping her close; providing her the comfort she so obviously seek.

"I wish you'd fought for me then," Joey whispered unconsciously. "I wish you didn't just step aside and give way; because you would've won."

The brunette tightened her arm around her wife. Even in whisper, she could hear the despair in Joey's voice as well as in her words. 'You would've won,' rings in her ears. She didn't mean for Joey to feel that. And she didn't mean to hurt the both of them.

"I know," she whispered back, her eyes studying the piano in front of them, while her hand runs up and down Joey's arms. "I thought I was doing the right thing by not getting in the way."

Joey nodded, as she plays with Charlie's hand. Somehow it wasn't a surprise to her about what Charlie did. True, she thought then that Charlie didn't care that was why she never got a reaction from the brunette. But now that she had opened up, it actually made sense. Charlie is one of the selfless people she had known. She would gladly jump in front of a bullet if needed be for others. She was never the one to think about herself first, and even when Charlie acted the way she did that had them think she changed, said woman was still as selfless in her own subtle way.

"I wanted to fight," the musicians stated. "Maybe the reason why I held on even though things were changing from bit by bit to drastic was because I wanted to still be there, hoping you would notice me too." She chuckled a little, "and now I found out that you've always noticed me."

Joey smiled nodded. She understood Charlie as much as Charlie had understood her. Playing with Charlie's fingers, feeling the softness of each dainty digits owned by her wife, Joey remembered what draw the line and pushed the brunette over the edge. Slowly and tentatively, she places her wife's hand over the piano keys in front of them.

"That night of your recital Charlie," Joey ventured and stopped by said brunette.

"It's ok Joey. You already know why and we can move forward from that. The reason I told you is so we can both move on and start things with us right."

The raven-haired shakes her head, seats and looks at Charlie's face.

"I was there," she said.

Dun Dun Dun... lolz Next chap, we go back in time for Joey's POV :D