A week passed, but he didn't notice. It was all a big blur. From the moment he woke up to her empty side of the bed, to the current moment of him staring out the window as rain pelted the glass.

His heart didn't just hurt. It wasn't just broken. It was empty. He gave her what she wanted, but it wasn't enough. He felt helpless, hopeless, and everything in between. He didn't even know what emotion he was truly feeling because there were hundreds and they were all fighting to get to the center.

"I thought you wanted this," Justin asked, throwing the stack of papers on the chair beside Jesse.

"I don't know what I want anymore," Jesse mumbled. He felt drunk, but he hadn't drank in a couple days. He was drunk for two days, but he needed a clear head to think about the mess he found himself in.

"Forget about her," Justin yelled. "This is your dream!"

He so badly wanted to tell his brother how wrong he was. India was his dream. A perfect girl, a perfect life. That's what he wanted. Instead, he stayed silent and laid his head against the glass. Closing his eyes he listened to the thunder rolling over head.

Distantly, he heard a knock on the door of the apartment. His brother grunted and stomped his way over to the other side of the room.

Jesse heard voices, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He didn't want to either. He wanted the world to fade away around him and cease to exist. A song began finding its way to his lips. It was her favorite song, and she loved when he whispered it in her ear. He imagined she was there with him at that moment.

He was interrupted by a strangers voice.

"She would want you to sign the papers."

Jesse looked over his shoulder to see the man in black standing in his living room. It was the guy that he saw hugging India just the week before. He looked no less intimidating than when he did earlier. Regardless, Jesse wanted to punch him for no reason other than him being close to India.

"What are you doing here," Jesse asked confused. For once, his emotions were clear.

"Why do you think?" The man reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "She wanted me to give this to you."

Jesse lunged for the letter, the only thing left of her, the answers he's been wanting. But the man jumped back with advanced reflexes and stepped out of his way. Jesse nearly ran into Justin who was hiding behind the much larger man.

"Give me it," Jesse growled.

"No," the man said. "Not until you sign those papers."

Jesse followed his line of sight to the stack of papers on the chair. Quickly, Jesse threw a harsh glare towards his brother. Justin held his hands up in defence. "We're just trying to help."

"Give me the letter," Jesse yelled at the man.

The man rolled his eyes and tucked the letter back into his jacket. Jesse prepared to charge at him, but one warning look from the man that wasn't much older than himself, made Jesse freeze in his tracks.

The man went over to the chair and grabbed the rather large stack of papers. He flipped through them all, giving Jesse an impressed look. "You would be stupid not to accept this. You know it, and so does she."

"I don't care about that," Jesse argued. "I just want her!"

The man sighed and shook his head. "I know it's hard, having to choose between the girl and the future. My advice?" The man reached back into his pocket and pulled out the envelope. He handed it over to Jesse freely this time. "Choose the future, and the girl will follow."

The man sat down in the spot where the papers once were. Jesse didn't mind if he left or stayed, or even took a nap right there. He was just focused on the letter in his hands.

Jesse ripped open the envelope. It even smelled like her. He sighed in bliss. He missed that smell.

Justin hovered over his shoulder, but he couldn't care less.

Dear Jesse,

I know a letter isn't the best way to do this, but I'm not a very strong person like you. I can't fathom having to explain this to you in person. I'm a coward, I know. I've always ran away, and perhaps I always will. It's what I do, but I always find my way back.

I will find my way back to you Jesse, I swear, but I have to do it my own way. It may take a while, months, maybe years to be honest. But I have to do this for me, for us.

I can't love you if I don't love myself, and I can't love myself if I don't even know who I am.

Ever since I was little I dreamed of travelling the world and experiencing things that most people can't. But I hid that part of me for so long because it wasn't what my father had planned for me. Then I met you. You were fearless of the unknown, you embraced it even. And that made me realize my father and his 'plan' for me could go screw himself.

Maybe you won't understand this because you know who you are and what you want to do for the rest of your life. I've never heard a voice as angelic as yours Jesse, and it deserves to be shown to the world.

But me . . . I don't know what I'm doing. What I want to do. But I hope to discover that all soon by first finding my mother.

I love you Jesse and I always will. I will find my way back to you. I promise.

India

Jesse flipped the paper over. There had to be more. Where was it?

"Where is she," he yelled at the man. He was still sitting in the chair, looking over the stack of papers in his hands with a pen in between his lips.

"This is a solid contract and big record label." The man raised his eyebrows and whistled a long note. "Man if I got this when I was younger I would have never joined the military. Not that I really had a chance though."

"Where the fuck is she," Jesse yelled again.

"Long gone."

"What do you mean long gone," Jesse screamed at the top of his lungs. He could hear his blood pumping through his veins. He thought he was going to burst.

The man looked up to meet his stare. "She got on a plane two days ago. She wanted me to wait to give that to you until she had left. She wanted to make sure you wouldn't chase after her."

"Why," he growled. "Why the fuck would she do this?"

"Can you not read," the man snarled. "She needs to focus on herself in order to be with you. You can't hate her for that."

"Like hell I can't! She can't decide whether she's good enough for me or not!"

The man stood up to his full height, towering over Jesse's small frame. "Believe me, you can be angry at her. You can be pissed at her, cuss out her name, yell into the void for as long as you want, but you cannot hate her."

Jesse took a step back into his brothers arms. He was right. He couldn't hate her for this. She needed this. She was always suffocated by her Dad and that town. She needed to finally breathe. But damn was he pissed.

"Give me the papers."