Jade and Julien. Best friends forever.
Or at least, that's what she thought.
It has been two years since the day that Julien moved back to Paris with his family after living next door to Jade for six years. They were best friends - joined at the hip...
PS: Hello to any French Readers out there! *Whisper-shouts*: (be my pen pal!)
-Stephen James as Julien-
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Jade
"Never. Mom and Dad are dead, Jade." His voice was hard, his gaze falling down to my bandaged hand.
My face went slack before my features transformed, disbelief and sorrow written all over. Eyes wide, my jaw fell and my brows slanted with sadness. It felt like my heart just plummeted to my stomach and a violent wave of sickness rolled through me.
"W-what..." It was a breathless whisper.
His eyes were watching me break and his jaw was so tense I thought he would break his teeth. Inhaling shakily, my lip trembled and I found it difficult to breathe or stand.
Unable to keep myself up, I was falling to my knees just as Julien jerked forward, grabbing my up by my arms.
"No..." I shook my head, not wanting his words to be true. He swung me around and pressed my back up against the column on the porch, my eyes shut tight.
They were like parents to me, I loved them. I had missed Julien, yeah, but I had missed them too and it killed me not being able to talk to them for two years. Julien wouldn't allow it.
Sobs wracked my body as tears streamed down my face, hitting the wooden porch. "No.." My face scrunched up into that awful ugly crying that was unavoidable. "no no no no no.."
"Jade.." He lowered his face so that he was almost eye level to me and I saw pain in his eyes, but he held it in. "They're gone. Crying isn't going to bring them back." He was cold toward this subject, but his voice was softer this time as he spoke to me.
I just wanted Angelina. I couldn't believe this...
"I.. I can't-" I was cut off by his exasperated sigh. He stood up straight, not wanting to look at me. Crying really made him uncomfortable. Usually he would be hugging me, telling me everything was okay.
He wasn't doing that anymore.
"Jade, stop. They aren't here. It's just me living here. Stop and go home." He inhaled sharply, his hands still on my shoulders to keep me from falling.
I narrowed my eyes at him. He could at least show a little sympathy towards me, a little remorse. This was his fault! He knew how much I loved them. He could have called at least once to tell me what happened to them. He could have written an email, a letter, something!
Sudden anger reared its ugly head and I took it out on him, balling up my fists. I landed a hard punch to his chest which hurt me more than it hurt him, his chest was made of iron it seemed.
