Ah, it's been forever since I updated, but everything else got super crazy, but here it is now! yay, alright this chapter focuses on Jude this time, and it's based on Jared Scharff and the Royals' song Stereo. I really want to thank angel422, LuvTommy56, Duddley111, Tommy4eva, and thatgirlyoucanttrust. I love you guys so much, and I hope you like this chapter!

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Chapter 4: Stereo

Where is the detail

Jude lay in her bed, thinking of Tommy. Thinking of what would have happened if he hadn't left. She thought what would have happened if she had chased him farther. Thinking what life would have been like if Tommy had never kissed her in the alley. Her what ifs taunted her maliciously until she rested on one that she couldn't face. Ever. What if she never cared about Tommy at all? She rolled over towards her dresser and limply reached out to touch the photograph she had fallen asleep with in Tommy's office.

In the photograph

Jude picked it up and brought it close to her eyes so that she could memorize what it looked like to be happy. It looked like being next to Tommy. She dismally looked around her room that was void of him. She dismally looked our around life that was newly void of Tommy. She looked back down as her gaze wavered towards the arm the languidly wrapped itself around her shoulders. And she looked at the smile that played along a contended face. Jude sat against the drawers of dresser, feeling the knobs press to her back painfully, as pain languorously wrapped an arm around her. She felt the deepening frown that grazed along a pained face. She brought a finger to the edge of the picture gently.

That I am holding?

Her eyes fluttered closed briefly. This time she didn't see Tommy coming home. She didn't feel his lips against hers again. She didn't hear him calling her this time. She saw her fingers trail a tearing crease down the middle of the photograph. She felt her heart breathing deeply and shedding his memory. She could hear the satisfying destruction of what used to be.

The colors are bleeding

But when Jude opened her eyes a moment later she saw the smiles blur and his now watery eyes looking back up at her. She squeezed her lids over the salty tears again, tired of the feeling, but letting it soak through her all over again. She wanted desperately to rid her thoughts of Tommy. She wanted hopelessly to rid her heart of his love. She dreamed and hoped endlessly to forget him.

And crashing into

But when she looked back down at the still memory of their fleeting moments together, her own eyes gazed back up at her and told her that she never would. That she never really wanted to forget him. Jude knew she just wanted to pain to fade away. She didn't want to wake up to a pillow ridden with tears of painful dreams only to take a step into her new reality without Tommy and have the tears leak more viciously. She knew she just wanted Tommy to come back again. She knew she just wanted Tommy to piece her life back together again. She just wanted Tommy to mend a heart that wouldn't see past the feeling of despairing loss that enclosed it.

One another.

Jude plodded one foot in front of the other, as the mundane routine of shedding tears called her again. She let her face hit the pillow, wanting to feel the certain numbness that sleep always brought, but only felt her nose rub painfully against a spring. She rolled over silently and turned the photograph in her hands over and over again. Racking her brain for something she had done wrong. Filing through the memories that taunted her now. Searching for clue that could bring the clarity of light into the endless darkness that strangled and smothered her.

The film is aging

She looked at the faceless couple once more before flopping over again. She tried to rid her memory of the two that had become the quintessence of all that could have been, captured forever in a picture that haunted her. She angled her head to read the dull glare of numbers that only told her how long it had been since he left. A time that only told her that she was withering away without him. It was a symbol of all that abandoned her and left her sitting in a mound of cold loneliness.

The picture's almost

11:11 resounded through her head, amplified by the persisting glower of the glowing numbers that reflected across the picture and along his face. Make a wish it told her. She shook her head as the tears that were brimming cascaded down her cheeks and wetted the pillow behind her hair. Make a wish it commanded more forcefully. Jude merely shook her head more resolve and turned her gaze from the clock and tore her gaze from the picture. Make a wish it demanded. And despite all the tears she cried out of hopelessness and helplessness she made a wish. She made a wish.

Lost.