I only own Sydney.
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The phone rang in Sydney and Juliette's apartment. Sydney picked it up. She already knew who it was.
"Hello?"
"Yo, Syd. Jules there?" Auggie said.
"No, Auggie, she's not. She's um, trying out for a show."
"Yeah right. Jules wouldn't get on stage if she was paid."
"Look, Auggie. Jules is still upset about you just leaving like you did. She's not talking to anyone."
"She isn't uh, seeing anyone, is she?"
"No, she's not. Listen, Auggie. I gotta go. I'll uh, tell her you called." Sydney hung up the phone before Auggie could say anything else. She turned to Jules, who was at the door frame.
"Auggie?" Sydney nodded. "I still don't get why he just left. Every time I think about it, I start to cry." Juliette came in and sat on Sydney's bed.
"Don't cry. What about Daniel? He really likes you, Jules. He told me so. Sometimes, well, sometimes you just gotta move on."
"I don't want to move on. Auggie was special. He was -- different."
"Well, are you going to be okay? Dylan and I are going out tonight."
"Yeah. I will."
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The phone rang again later that night. Juliette stared at it. With a shaking hand, she answered it; "Hello?"
"Juliette?"
"Auggie?"
"I've uh, been trying to call you. I wanted to tell you how I'm doing. I've sold two paintings. I'm already getting prints made, and one of the art museums is going to hang a painting and if it gets a lot of notice, then they'll have a formal showcase!" Auggie said excitedly.
"Thats great Auggie. I gotta -" Juliette began.
"Wait Jules. The two paintings I sold - well, they were of you. I painted them from memory. Those are the ones I have prints of. So many people want them. Its crazy, Jules. Somebody actually likes what I do!"
"Auggie, you know I think you're a great artist." There was a silence. "Does this mean that you aren't coming back?" she had been avoiding the question for so long, she felt like she was going to burst at any answer.
"Yeah, Jules. I'm not coming back. Not now, at least," Auggie said. It hurt him to tell her that, but he knew it was for the best.
"Auggie, I gotta go. Congrats," Juliette said. She hung up the phone and covered her face. Suddenly, she jumped up and went to the bathroom. She got her razor out and sat against the door. She held the razor and stared at it. She started to graze it across her wrist. When the skin broke she jumped, and threw the razor across the room. She ran water over her wrist and put a band-aid on it. All of a sudden, she seemed to come to a conclusion. She went back to the phone and called Daniel. They made arrangements to go out for dessert. She got up and changed into a nice outfit. She checked herself over once more in the mirror before leaving. Auggie and I are over. Maybe, she thought, Maybe we never were together. Maybe it was something in our heads. They were right, they were all right: we just weren't meant to be. Daniel knocked on the door then, a red rose for her in his hand. She put it in a fancy vase and then the two left.
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