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Julie's POV

I was released from the hospital the morning after Jack walked out. My dad was there ready to take me home. He was surprised when I had no questions for him, I just sat in the front seat and said nothing. My friends all had questions on what it was like working at the hospital, then more still when they found out how closely I worked with Jack. They took one look at my face and backed off. I could tell they all thought I had been scarred by my experiences there, taking a bad reaction to death or something. None of them knew about what had happened to my side, but the pain in my chest was so much worse.

People say you never really get over your first love. That's bull-shit because my first love was a kid in middle school named Danny Vivo. What the phrase should be is that you never really get over any love, you'll always be thinking about them. All it takes is one person, the one, to make you forget about all the others. My one told me he loved me then that he doesn't want me near him anymore.

I couldn't feel anything else except the crippling, aching loneliness that Jack implanted in my heart when he walked away from me. I couldn't do anything except think about him, him and his charm, how sweet he could be and the feelings that exploded inside me when he kissed me. It wasn't fair! What had happened to me was an accident, it was nobodies fault, especially Jack's and now he's blaming himself. I knew that if I tried to go back to the hospital he would just send me out or wouldn't talk to me. He wanted to keep me safe and yet he was destroying me. I needed a reason to see him. I hadn't eaten, slept or spoke since I left the hospital two days ago. It was when I felt woozy in my English class did I realise how I could see him again. One word: malnourishment.

I didn't eat, sleep and even drank anything, knowing that I would eventually collapse. I felt sick, weak but determined. My body felt sluggish and I was surprised it was taking this long. It was only on the fourth day after I left the hospital did I finally let go of the last of my willpower and passed out in P.E.

"Julie? Julie please wake up." I heard someone calling as I felt my eyes start to open. My head throbbed painfully and all my limbs felt stiff and heavy. My hand felt heavier then the rest of my body and I looked at it to see someone else's hand holding it tightly. Slowly, trying to avoid making my head hurt more then it already did, I looked up to see a concerned pair of blue eyes staring right back at me. They were red rimmed and had dark circles.

"Hey." I breathed, relaxing back into my pillows.

"Julie." Jack breathed, shaking his head.

"How long was I out?" I asked. His shoulders shook and I knew he was trying vainly not to cry.

"After you were brought in and given an I.V., a few hours. Your system was dehydrated and under nourished." he said darkly.

"I know. I did it on purpose." I said simply. His eyebrows crinkled together in confusion.

"Why? How could you do this to yourself?" he asked, his grip on my hand tightening.

"I had to see you again." I said, staring right into his eyes. Jack let go of my hand and stood up, backing up a few steps.

"God Julie. You just love to make my life hell don't you?" he said, pacing in front of my bed. "I tell you we can't see each other anymore, specifically to keep things like this from happening to you, and you go and pull something like this? How am I supposed to deal with this?" he yelled, coming to a stop. Tears where pooling in his eyes. I couldn't take this anymore. I was the one in hospital and Jack was worried about his own feelings?

"Why are you so concerned with how this is affecting you? I'm doing everything I can to see you and you just keep pulling away. I thought you said you loved me. I love you enough to put myself through all this pain, what's stopping you?" I asked, tears already trickling down my cheeks. Jack's jaw clenched tightly and he walked over to the side of my bed. At first I thought he was going to say something, but he just leaned down and kissed me deeply. I responded immediately before remembering that I was mad at him and pushed him away, slapping him on the cheek as hard as I could.

He stood there, his cheek red.

"You really don't see how much this is affecting both of us do you? You just see you in the situation." he said, a dark look on his face. I glared back. "I fell in love with you. I still love you and I watched you get hurt when I could have done something about it. Then I got told that if I continue to keep you around then you will most likely get hurt again and all that will be on my conscience. I was given the choice on whether or not you should stay and I decided to let you leave so you could be safe. I have been without you for four of the most hellish days of my life and then I find out that girl I'm in love with tried to kill herself just so she could see me again. And now I feel like that whatever I do, no matter how hard I try, she's going to continue to hurt herself. Now I don't know about you, but I don't think that's fair on me because I just want what's best for you."

I was stunned. Jack had been suffering too? He hadn't taken his eyes off me. He was crying now, paying no attention to the tears that streaked down his cheeks. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"That's what I thought Julie. Just please try and understand." he said before walking out the door.

The man I loved had just walked out of my life for the second time that week, and I finally understood why he did it. As rain started to fall outside, banging against the window, I sent a message to my dad.

Julie

-I'm taking bus home, don't worry about me, am fine and never coming back to the hospital-

There it is, the penultimate chapter. Last one should be up today as well. What do you predict will happen between Jack and Julie? Review, wait and see for the final chapter of Twelve years after the end.