AN: So many of you liked the one shot that I got an idea to follow it and I decided to write it. Thanks for the reviews of the Angel Girl one shot and I hope you like this as well. Consider the one shot the prelude, this story picks up right from there.

Angel Girl, Never Forgotten

Chapter 1

Jason walked back to his penthouse with his head hung low. It was freeing to finally voice his true emotions but the pain was still as sharp, she was never coming back to him. He decided it was his punishment for running away from his love for her, for waiting so long to tell the truth, now he had to pay the forever debt of being without her.

The elevator doors slide open and he stepped out feeling so empty, just nothing to live for. He held his keys in his hand as he reached to open the door he realized he wasn't alone. "What do you want?"

"Jason I needed to see you. You can't just push me away like this."

Jason cringed at her voice, it sent a new wave of memories through his mind; how many times he hurt Courtney by being with Sam and lying for her, something he never did. He became a man no one recognized over Sam McCall and the lies he had to tell. "Just go away." He pushed the door open and walked inside; he shut the door before she could follow. He wasn't up to explaining himself tonight.

He continued to drag himself through the penthouse and upstairs. He lay back on his bed with a sigh; he just wanted to forget everything just for a moment. His heavy eyes finally fell closed after all the sleepless nights caught up to him, he dreamed.

It was all white; everywhere he turned it was white. He continued to walk and thought this was crazy; he needed to stop watching movies his mind was playing tricks on him now.

"No, no tricks. This is very real." Jason heard a voice say, he stopped suddenly and looked around searching for the voice he knew for so long. It was cloudy he continued to look waiting to see the familiar face.

"Damn it." Jason cursed as he sat up, the phone woke him up. "What?" he angrily answered.

"Jason."

He sighed and softened his tone. "Carly." She was one of the only people who understood how he felt lately. No matter what she always saw his love for Courtney.

"How are you?" It was late into the night but she hoped he'd answer; she was so worried about him.

Jason sighed again and sat back against the bed. All the emotions rushed back to surface, he couldn't lie to Carly. "I'm….upset. I should've told her."

Carly didn't need him to explain, she knew Jason better then anyone else in the world. She heard and felt his pain for Courtney, the one he gave up too soon on. "She wouldn't blame you Jase, you know that. You made the choices you thought were right."

"She'll never know."

Carly felt tears surface as she listened to Jason painful voice. "I think she does, she knew your heart. She wouldn't want you to beat yourself up over her death Jason; she'd want you to remember the good times."

Jason quickly realized he couldn't talk about this any longer. "I'll be fine Carly. Thanks for calling." He hung up the phone.

He sat in the dark now focused on the dream, it felt so real but it couldn't be.

Could it?

He shook his head and lay back down, almost hoping he could get back to the dream. He tossed and turned through the night with no luck, the dream was gone. New dreams over took his mind, Courtney.

He dreamt of her smile, her glowing eyes, and all their good times. Then the good became bad, he couldn't move past the hurt look on her face, the times he broke her heart. She just looked at him, crying with a unforgiving look in her eyes; pain. He stood there and begged her to forgive him but it was as if she couldn't hear him.

"Courtney please!" Jason jumped up in bed with his breathing ragged; he raked back his hair and tried to calm down. He shut his eyes and tried not to see her hurtful expression. Tears escaped his own eyes now, he couldn't believe he hurt her so much and never thought of it. It took her death for him to see clear.

The sun began to raise, soft light filling the room. He left the bed and took a shower in hopes his body would stop shaking, his heart stop aching. Once he was done and dressed he stood in front of the mirror, his eyes were red. He looked down at the sink and shook his head, would he ever feel better?

"Oh dear I just can't seem to catch you at a good time."

Jason looked back at the mirror and came face to face with his grandmother, Lila. That was it, he had finally lost his mind. She was dressed in white and her voice was the same, it had been her in that dream.

"Don't look so shocked you must know places like this exist. I'm here to help you Jason."

"Help me?"

"Your heart is so broken that I felt it from the heavens. But I wasn't the only ones to feel it, certain spirits up above felt your pain as well and decided a love like this should be helped."

"What do you mean?" Jason still felt crazy talking to his dead grandmother in a mirror but he wanted to hear what she had to say.

"You have to believe Jason, once you truly believe the pain will stop."

"Believe what?" but he was too late, Lila was gone.

He left the bathroom and headed back downstairs but for what he wondered. There was nothing to be done, no work, nothing for fun, simply nothing at all. He walked over to his desk and sat down. His head found the bottom draw and pulled it open.

Inside were pictures he never got rid of, his self conscious again holding on to her without him realizing. There were pictures of their wedding, pictures he took of her when she wasn't looking. Always smiling bright he thought again with a sad smile of his own as he continued. There were pictures of her and the boys; their first picture together after Morgan was born.

Then the last picture of them together, the day they reunited before he found out she called the cops on him and Sonny. He had gotten so mad but now sitting there it was clear that didn't really matter at all in the long run; all it did was break them.

If he could take it all back, all his reactions he would in a heartbeat.

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Isabelle A.