Was thinking of this scene right before I drifted off to sleep last night and decided that I COULD NOT sleep until I wrote this, made a FF account and everything just to do it. I rarely write, but this story changed me in such a way that I felt the need to. Sooo, here you go. :)

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Time, I think, is such an odd thing.

How we think we have so much of it yet we have none at all.

She's gone.

And I don't know what to think.

I always thought my Mother's death would bring me a sort of relief, maybe temporary insanity at the slightest. But this, this instead feels like everything at once and nothing at all. Like the world in made of crippling ice and I'm holding on to the edge of it by my fingernails, staring straight down into the endless oblivion that threatens to obliterate my very being. Maybe falling would be easier. To just fall, be lost, and allow my body to be covered in the blanket of the world, never to feel this life any longer, never to feel the pain I have inflicted, maybe I'd be doing the world a favor. To just fall and fall and fall and-

"Aaron?"

But something, something always seems to keep me gripping onto the edge of the ice.

I stiffen, feeling the weight of the bed shift as she crawls to sit up next to me. I'm suddenly thankful for the lights being off. If I look as bad as I am feeling, I do not want her to notice. Do not want her to pity me. Pity the poor broken boy with scars on his back and a dead Mother.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers.

And there it is. Pity. The one soul in this hell-bent world that I would give my life for, and she feels sorry for me. How stupid was I, behaving like I did that night. I spent my entire life building a wall that separated me from any type of human emotion, any type of feeling that could break me, and here she is. Tearing its fragments down piece by piece. I am a glass building in the eye of a never-ending hurricane. I nod and turn to stalk into my office, I'm about to break and she can't be here to see me. "Thank you," I choke out, trying to get out as fast as I can.

"Aaron,"

The way she says my name makes me stop in my tracks, it is different and more desperate than I have ever heard it. I don't even realize how hard I'm gripping the edge of the boardroom table until I look back at my white knuckles. I can not deal with this right now.

"Please, Juliette, not tonight, I can't-"

"You're right," she exhales. "You've always been right."

I turn confused, try to read her expression to decipher what she is trying to say and fail. Normally I am able to read her energy better than she can sense her own, but I am too shook up to do that as of now.

"Right about what?" I scan her expression. She looks nervous, scared even. And I don't know why.

But then she says,

"I do want you," trembles with her words. "I want you so much it scares me."

And suddenly I'm letting go of the edge of the ice and I am spiraling in and out of sanity, screaming breathless hitches in the dark, attempting to grip the starless skies, grasp the frozen air. Take hold of something, anything, that could make sense of what is happening right now.

"I lied to you," she fumbles, starts rambling. "That night. When I said I didn't want to be with you. I lied. Because you were right. I was a coward. I didn't want to admit the truth to myself. and I felt so guilty for preferring you, for wanting to spend all my time with you, even when everything was falling apart. I was confused about Adam, I was confused about who I was supposed to be and I didn't know what I was doing and I was stupid. I was stupid and inconsiderate and I tried to blame it on you and I hurt you, so badly." she gasps. "And I'm so, so sorry."

She tears the last pieces down. "What-" I blink the tears threatening to sting my eyes. "What are you saying?"

"I love you," her voice strangled. "I love you exactly as you are."

And with that, she kills me.