Arnold and Phoebe next-the last 2 chapters of Part 2! Part 3 chapters will be shorter since they are 3rd person summaries of everyone's life course during high school, major events, etc. Then the Epilogue!

Never in my life did I imagine this would happen to me. This is the kind of thing that happens in the movies and TV Shows, to other people. Not me, never me. The pain…the shock…the only way I can describe it is soul crushing. Harold was my…everything. He was my match, we were destined!

When I got the news I was working on my latest design sketches for my fashion line. My whole family, including me, has more money than we know what to do with. I don't flaunt it anymore, not like I did in school. Harold changed me as much as I changed him. He taught me that it wasn't bad to live simply, heck it sure is easier.

I was stunned, I couldn't quite believe it. I called Curly as soon as I got my bearings and he came with me to the morgue. It wasn't until I actually saw his mutilated body that it hit me. The only...well not the only man that loved me for me, but the first one that I let in to my life…he was gone. He never coming back. Curly held me while I cried and then led me out of the building.

The week before the funeral was mostly a blur, spent between making arrangements with Helga and talking things out with Curly. I don't know what I would've done without Curly by my side. He's always been there for me; I just never truly let him help me until now. I have nightmares sometimes, about if Curly had been in that accident too; if they were both taken from me in a flash. I don't like the idea of it.

Poor Helga, it's sad that we had to find common ground over this incident. She isn't as rough and rowdy as I remember her being. I suppose when she's been through all that she has it is bound to change you a lot.

I thought I would have been able to make it through what I had planned to say for Harold, but I just couldn't. The pain was too much, it was too soon. Curly told me that I said all I needed to just by my actions. I hope I did. I loved Harold with all my heart and I want to make sure people know that.

Helga did a beautiful job though I know she was struggling, and Curly's speeches for both men were heat-warming and made my tears start all over again. When the funeral was over Helga and I spoke with some of the guests, our old friends, Harold's parents and Brainy's.

On the way home Curly told me Gerald's idea. A road trip does sound good. I've been on a couple but I think this one is going to be a kind of therapy for all of us. Change of scenes. Change of faces. A chance to forget for a while.

Curly is making dinner now; I'm not sure what it is. He said I had to stay in the living room and pick out a movie or two if I wanted. Honestly, I don't think I want to watch a movie. I don't even feel like eating, but I will anyways because I know Curly worries, and I know he doesn't want me skipping meals. I think tonight I would just like to eat dinner and then sit with him on the couch and just talk. Talk about everything. Talk about us.

I look over as I see him come in with two plates, pasta-a good comfort food. When I see his gentle smile I can't help but smile back. Somehow I have a feeling, I've had it for a while now, that if I had let Thad in earlier – if I had accepted one of his offers for dinner and a movie during high school (because in middle and primary I definitely thought he was a complete psychopath)- I would be with him right now and not going through this pain.

Oh well, life is hardly ever fair. Like Harold used to say- You need take the blows and then fight back.