Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor.

Reaching for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore.

Juliet sighed, the glass of wine sitting untouched on the coffee table in front of her. Her legs curled up underneath her, tears present in her eyes, as she flipped another page in the photo album. A sad smile crossed her lips, as her eyes gazed upon the four photos that littered the left-hand page.

The first photograph was her and Shawn at the pier. They had been taking a walk together, their hands inner locked and smiles plastered on their faces. She had always been blissfully happy with him.

"Shawn, it's getting chilly out." Juliet whined.

It had been unseasonably cold in Santa Barbara recently, and Juliet didn't particularly like colder climates. That's why, when she decided to move from Miami, she chose a warm place like California. God knows what would happen, if she had gotten stuck some place up north, like Minnesota.

"I know, Jules." A smile crept onto his features, pulling his hand from hers and snaking it around her body. He pulled her close, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent.

Juliet snuggled herself closer into his body, her eyes closed and a content smile on her face.

"Jules, I have a great idea!" His enthusiasm got her excited.

"What is it, Shawn?" Her eyes twinkled brightly.

Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, Shawn turned away from the lapping water. "Excuse me, sir."

An older gentleman with graying hair stopped and turned toward Shawn. A kind smile on his face.

"Could you take a picture of me and my girlfriend?" She couldn't see Shawn's face, but knew that he had that pleading puppy dog look on it.

"Of course." The man smiled brightly, as he took the phone Shawn handed him.

Pulling Juliet into a sideways hug, Shawn smiled brightly for the picture. Never before had he ever been so happy. Juliet might be his polar opposite, he was also his perfect match. She kept him in check, and made sure that he stayed out of trouble. For the most part anyway.

The phone clicked, and the man handed it back to Shawn. "Thank you, sir!"

"Your welcome, young man."

Juliet whimpered as the memories assaulted her. Their two year anniversary, in which Shawn had taken to her favorite restaurant. The food had been pre-ordered, and the best table in the restaurant was all theirs.

She sighed, flipping the page, not realizing how far into the photo album she had gone. Her breath caught in her throat, as tears slid down her cheeks.

Shawn walked quietly down the pier with her. His arm draped lazily over her shoulders. She knew something was up, he was never this quiet. Usually by now, Shawn was right in the middle of animatedly talking about his day with Gus. Like last week when he had borrowed Gus's car without asking, and his best friend ended up chasing Shawn around the psych office for hours.

The further they walked, the more worried Juliet became. Had something happened, or worse... was he breaking up with her? She honestly didn't think that was the problem, they had been happier they had been the past few months.

Suddenly, Shawn stopped, yanking Juliet to a stop with him. Confusion was written on Juliet's face, as a mix of emotions was written on Shawn's, the strongest of which was fear. Which only made Juliet worry more.

"Jules. Are you hungry?" A smile crept onto the edge of his lips, but it was unable to reach his eyes.

She knew something was wrong... not right. If it hadn't been for his quietness, and the look in his eyes, it would have been that smile. It was not his curious, carefree smile that lit up every ounce of her being every time she saw it. It was as if he knew she was on to him, so he had to plaster something onto his face that resembled a smile.

"Sure." Her voice was quiet, almost meek with tension and worry.

He grabbed hold of her hand, and walked a few more steps before turning and checking for traffic before dodging across the street. A small smile crossed her lips when she saw the place he was dragging her toward. It was their diner. Opening the door, Juliet slipped inside with Shawn following behind her. His hands were on her hips as she glided forward. Suddenly she stopped, not only was the diner full of people, but it was full of people she knew.

Lassiter sat with Chief Vick, Buzz and his wife. Other officers from the station were scattered about the station, but it was a small group of people near the front of the diner that had her full attention. Her family. Her parents, brothers- everyone was gathered in three separate booths.

Everyone stopped what they were doing once they realized that Shawn and Juliet had entered the building. Her mother's face with glowing with pride, and her father had a smile on his face. Hell, even her brothers were laughing and smiling widely.

Turning slightly, Juliet looked up at Shawn who was now grinning widely. This time it reached his eyes, and lit up his face in such a way that it made Juliet's heart sink.

"Jules. Today is a special day, an anniversary of sorts. Today is the 7th anniversary of the day I met you. If I'm not mistaking," he paused, his hand clasped in hers and as he pulled her further into the building, stopping at the exact stool she had sat on when they had met. The one that had belonged to her favorite, most handsome fake psychic. "You stole this seat from me. But because you were just shining with beauty, I decided to concede the seat, in order to just talk to you. That was the first day of my life that I was really happy, meeting you. Everyday since then has been like a gift. Getting to know you, and slowly falling in love with you. So, for the past week I've been sitting this up. Gathering your family-" he paused, sweeping his hand toward the three booths near the front, "My family-" he swept his arm toward the back where his father, mother, and Gus were sitting together, "and our friends. Because, Jules, I don't think I can go one more day with asking you something every important." He paused, swallowed hard, before reaching into his back jean pocket. Kneeling to a knee, he held out a black velvet box. "Juliet O'Hara, will you make me the happiest, luckiest man alive, and agree to marry me?"

He flipped the lid open, and waited. Juliet stared at him unable to do anything. She wanted to scream yes from the top of her lungs, and launch herself into his arms. Yet she couldn't force her body to do anything.

That had been the happiest day of her life. She sniffled lightly, the ring still sat on her finger. Juliet couldn't believe how hard she found it was to take it off. She knew taking it off meant that it was truly over, and she couldn't take that. Truth be told, she didn't want it to be over. She loved him to much to let it just end like that.

Without thinking about it, she felt her fingertips reach out and snag her cell phone from it's perch beside her on the couch. Looking down at it, she saw that she already had Shawn's number up, when had that happened? A warmness filled her heart, knowing that all she had to do was press down on the send button and she would be connected to him. Her eyes caught the clock, one in the morning. If any part of this was normal, she'd be in bed sound asleep. However, this was not normal, which was why she was wide awake, but was Shawn awake?

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.

Shawn tipped his head back, the glass cold against his lips. The liquid rushed into his mouth and down his throat in one burning motion. Grimacing, he fisted the bottle tightly, refilling his shot glass. He knew that his eyes were constantly moving toward the door, hoping that she'd walk through it and kill the pain he was drowning in.

However, the door didn't open, like it hadn't for days. Hell, as far as Shawn could tell, it could have been months or years. Not since the last day she walked through that door. It was his fault, that much he could tell through his continued drunken haze.

Shawn sat at the table. The half empty bottle in front of him. It didn't worry him though, he had three more hidden through-out the apartment. Jules would never find them. Even if she did, it didn't matter. She understood the pain he was attempting to drink away. Juliet had to at least give him that. It didn't help that she yelled at him everyday.

He heard the door squeak open, but didn't turn to face it. An exasperated sigh was the only sound that followed. Not her heels on the hardwood, or a simple hello. Just a very tired sounding sigh. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Shawn knew this was hard on her too. He had been her friend too...

"Shawn, am I ever going to be able to come home, and you not be drinking?" He knew it was rhetorical question, and yet he felt a need to answer it.

"Maybe- who the hell knows..."

He was almost certain that he heard her sniffle, but he refused to turn around. Turning around meant facing her, and facing her when she was in this mood meant crying... Frankly he didn't have the ability to cry anymore. He didn't want to cry anymore, that's why he started drinking. It kept the tears away.

"It's been four months, Shawn. Your not even making an attempt to move on." Her words were not harsh, they weren't meant to hurt him, and yet they did. Stung him, directly in his heart.

He stood up, looked at her. Tears were in her eyes, and he knew he was hurting her. He couldn't take it anymore. Shawn knew he'd never be the same again, he felt it when the bullet ripped through Gus's chest. Even if he had survived, Shawn would have been forever changed. It was okay if Shawn got hurt, he could take that. He couldn't take watching his friends get hurt... or worse.

Shawn knew what he had to do, and it was going to hurt like hell, but he knew she'd move on. She was strong, much stronger than himself. Grabbing the bottle by the neck, he chucked it against the wall. It hit it's spot, close enough to scare her, but not close enough to hurt her.

"Maybe I don't want to move on! Did you ever come to think of that, or are you too busy being selfish! He was my family! My brother, and now he's dead! There how is that for moving the hell on! I honestly don't even know what I ever saw in you! Leave!"

The look on her face would be forever engraved in his mind. Damn his photographic memory. Damn it straight to hell! Not only could he not get the day that Gus died out of his mind, but he couldn't get the shattered look Juliet had given him out of his mind.

Grabbing the bottle of whiskey in front of him, he threw it against the wall and watched it shatter. Tears filled his eyes, and he brushed at them angrily. His cell phone started ringing, and he nearly jumped out of his seat. He'd know that ring-tone anywhere. Running to his phone, his eyes bleary, he made out the name. Juliet.

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now.

Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now.

Shawn accepted the call, through his drunken haze a small smile crossed his lips. This was her first attempt at contacting him since the day she walked out the front door. Taking a deep breath, "Hello." He hated the fact that there was a slight slur to the word. Shawn had been hoping to hide the fact that he was still a drunken mess.

Juliet waited through two rings, her patience was wearing thin. He as obviously asleep- or didn't want to talk to her. As the phone started it's third ring, she heard the obvious click of acceptance. She waited with baited breath, and heard him breathing deeply. His voice was husky and the end of the word slurred slightly. Should it have surprised her that he was still drinking for the sheer fact of getting drunk? Juliet couldn't feel lower than she did in that exact moment. She had known he needed help. Real, actual professional help, and instead of getting him the help he so desperately needed, she had let his words hurt her. Juliet had known the moment that they had come out his mouth, that he didn't mean it. Even though on the surface his eyes spoke of hate, she could see through that mask, and the pain so evident underneath. Yet, she left him there to wallow in his pain.

Suddenly, she realized that she hadn't spoken yet. "Hi, Shawn." Juliet rolled her eyes. How could she just speak to him like the past few months hadn't happened. Like she hadn't just left him at his most vulnerable time. Even if he hadn't really meant the words he had spoken that day, she could see the truth in them. She was selfish. To just leave the man she supposedly loved to wallow himself to death.

Shawn sat, one last shot glass full of whiskey. He had destroyed his last bottle when he chucked it against the wall. It was time to give it up. Yes, his best friend was dead. Yes, it hurt like hell. However, he did still have people that cared about him, and it took Juliet calling him for him to realize that he was still hurting them, even if he did cut off all communication.

Looking down, he saw that his hands were shaking. Juliet still hadn't said anything, but he knew she was still on the line. He could hear her breathing. So he sat, patiently, then he heard the deep intake of breath, and she spoke. His entire body shook with longing at the sound of her voice. Shawn hadn't realized just how badly he had missed her until she spoke.

Unable to fit it anymore, a few tears broke through the barriers he had been sitting up for the past couple of months. He wasn't able to keep them in any longer, and they rushed down the sides of his cheeks in mach speed. Without realizing it, a sob broke free of his mouth.

"Shawn?" Her voice sounded so worried, and it broke his heart even more.

"Jules-" He bit on his fist to keep another sob in. "I missed you, so much."

He hated how whiny his voice sounded, but at least he was actually speaking his feelings. It felt wonderful to finally say out-loud what he had been thinking for so long now. Shawn couldn't count how many times he had picked up the phone to call her, only to chicken out and end the call before it could connect.

"I need you so bad-"

It was his turn to hear a sob. He had hurt her again.

"I'm sorry, Jules. I shouldn't have said-"

"No, Shawn. I'm on my way over. We need to talk."

Shawn sobered up slightly, the tears starting to ebb just a little bit. "Okay."

"I'll see you in ten minutes."

Shawn smiled slightly through the remaining tears. They were going to talk. Hopefully they'd be able to get past these past few months, and break into a new place in their relationship. At the very least, he hoped that they could be friends again, because he couldn't take not having Juliet in his life. He'd already lost one best friend, he couldn't stand losing his only other best friend.