Authors Note-

I just saw Across The Universe for the third time tonight! What a delight, and basically the audience wanted to kill me as I clapped during the Jim Sturgess, Evan Rachel Wood, and Joe Anderson credits. LMFAO! Thats just me, OH WELL!

I am really excited about this story, I love getting reviews, it gives me the ambition to keep writing, because I know someone is reading and enjoying my work! In this chapter we get to see in Jude's perspective! Enjoy!

PS- Again, I have no idea if answering machines were out in the 60's, I think? Maybe not, whatever!

Lucy's eyes fluttered open and almost immediately she felt an excruciating pain.

She groaned and massaged the temples of her head, another hangover, it was really nothing new at this point.

"Look who is awake." Max entered the room and started to open the window curtains, letting the bright sun peep through the glass.

"Max, what the fuck, close them now." Lucy muttered irritated.

"No, I never thought it could be possible, but your just as pastey as ever, you look like a member of the undead." Max replied shaking his head.

"Where were you anyway?" She asked, beginning to sit up.

"Just taking care of things."

"What kind of things?" Lucy raised her eyebrow in skepticism.

"You know, the kind of things a young, intelligent, sexy guy like me does." Max slightly laughed, as did Lucy.

Max experienced a quick feeling of happiness seeing Lucy laugh, it had been weeks since she even cracked a smile.

Jude wiped the charcoal from his forehead with the back of his hand and sighed out of pure exhaustion. Four months ago he was living in his own apartment, with the girl of his dreams, painting and sketching everyday. He felt freedom in Manhattan, but back in Liverpool he felt unaccomplished and empty.

As he dug a shovel deeper into the ground, his mind wandered and paused on a face he tried awfully hard to forget. The face of that certain girl he thought about every single night. Lucy. He thought about where she was at that very moment, what she was doing, what she was thinking, and if she missed him as much as he missed her. If only he knew how much more she did...

"Just call Lucy, call, call, call, dial his number." Lucy repeated to herself over and over again, she sat with her hand tightly grasping the telephone receiver. She finally mustered up the courage to get in contact with Jude.

She listened to the tone ring on four times, just as she was about to hang up, a hello was muttered from the opposite line.

"Hello?" A woman's voice answered. Lucy's heart sank, it wans't Jude, and it certainly did't sound like his mother.

"Um, is Jude home?" She asked nervously.

"Actually, he just left for work, I can take a message for you though."

"Not to be rude, but may I ask who I am speaking with?"

"Molly." She simply responded.

Lucy definitely recognized that name, Molly was Jude's girlfriend back in Liverpool, actually his ex girlfriend.

"Oh, never mind, It's fine, don't even tell him I called..." Lucy replied stuttering, she quickly hung up the phone, her hands shaking and tears cascading down her fair skin. She knew calling had been a mistake, and hadn't even began to think that Jude could have moved on already, but he did, he had a new girlfriend. At least, that is what she thought.

"Molly, who was that on the tele love?" Martha, Jude's mother asked as she washed the dishes.

"I have no idea, a girl, she was asking for Jude, but she hung up as soon as I said I would take a message." Molly scratched her head in confusion.

"Oh well, thank you for bringing over that sugar honey, I nearly ran out after Christmas, now you go home and take care of that darling little baby boy now." She smiled cheerfully.

"Will do, and you know you can ask for any favor, you were always like a mother to me when Jude and I were an item."

"I'll tell Jude you stopped by."

"No, it's fine, we don't even talk anymore." Molly hugged his mother and waved goodbye as she walked out the door.

"It just wasn't meant to be I guess..." Lucy mumbled to herself crying. Standing in front of her bathtub, she dipped her feet into the steaming hot water, at first wincing from the scolding pain. Soon enough, her body adapted to the temperature and she let herself sink into the whole of the tub.

Leaning over the edge, she grabbed a shiny, metal object, a knife. Lucy stared at the razor sharp point and began to cry harder than she ever had. She thought about how her life had come to this, living and losing love all in an instant, how could she be so naive and stupid? How could she not see that the people she looked upto were just using her, as Jude said. Now she had lost him, he had forgotten about her, and all that they shared, there was nothing, or nobody to live for anymore except Max, and she knew he could make it on his own, well, she hoped he could.

"I love you Jude." Lucy cried as she pressed the cold, metal edge against her warm skin, slicing into her wrist. Slowly the blood began to pour out, turning the clear tap water a shade of light red.

Her eyes began to feel heavy and droop, she felt lightheaded and extremely weak. Then to her surprise to the phone began to ring.

"Pick up Luce, pick up." Jude whispered to himself, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"Hey, you have reached Lucy and Max, we missed your call, but leave your information and a short message after the beep, and well get back to you eventually." Jude let out a long frustrated sigh.

"Lucy, It's Jude. It's been a while since we have spoken, and to be totally honest, I was too afraid and nervous to call you, I wasn't sure if you would still be mad at me, or want to work things out. I wish I could be talking to you face to face right now, or at least not on an answering machine. I am still absolutely crazy about you Luce, I think about you day and night, I never stopped. We have our differences, so what, we can work them out, as long as I have you in my life, then screw everything else. Please, pick up the phone and call me, I need to hear your voice again, or ill go insane. I love you." Jude finished speaking and hung up the phone, waiting close by in case his beloved Lucy decided to call back.

Lucy was starting to fade into unconsciousness, becoming extremely upset by the message she had just heard, she attempted to sit up, she failed miserably. The bleeding hadn't stopped, and her vision was blurring. Along with her legs, her fingers were starting to feel numb too. She had realized that what had done was a huge mistake, killing herself wasn't going to solve anything, and besides, Jude still cared for her, now it was too late, she could hardly move, yet alone call 911.

"Jude, no, I'm here... I'm here..." Lucy mumbled to herself, slowing sinking down into the water, until her body was completely submerged. Everything faded to black, and the last image in her mind was of Jude and her, sitting by the water, her favorite place down by the river, she remembered how he sketched her face beautifully, flawlessly onto the concrete wall. She also remebered the very words he had said to her at that moment.

"I just want to get your eyes right."

Poor Lucy! What will happen!?! Hmmm, I guess you will have to stay tuned and find out by reading chapter 3, coming out in the next few days, maybe sooner! Review!