Jazzy's POV:
"Hey are you ok?"
Wow I didn't think I could ever hear something so bittersweet as his voice at that moment. I decide to be honest.
" No" I sob out. I don't really know what happens next it's all a blur. I must have told him I was lost and he found me somehow. When he gets there my legs refuse to stand and Jace picks me up and sets me in the car. The last thing I remember is flashing lights seen trough my eyelids as the car drives past the street lights as I drift to sleep.

Jace's POV:
I don't know what to do. She's just been sleeping on my lap for hours; but I can't move. I can't bear to wake her after all this. It's alright. In the military I had to sit for hours. It's nice to have something nice to look at this time; although I do admit to distracting myself with thoughts of Jazz.
"Ahhh!" She screams, bolting upright and breathing heavy. My first instinct is to hold her. I hold her and whisper to her that it's ok until her breathing slows again. Then she starts crying.
"Y-you died Jace! You died! An-and-and I"
"Shh... it's ok now. See? I'm here."
And we sit like that for a while, both of us dreading the questions ahead.

Jazzy's POV:

"WHY, JACE? WHY? I THOUGHT YOU HAD LEFT ME FOR GOOD! I TRIED TO GET OVER YOU, TO move on" my voice faltered in the middle of our full blown argument. Sobbing, I reach for the front door to go home. I can't take this any more.
" I didn't want it to be goodbye" he says softly. I slowly turn back. Jace almost looks like a kicked puppy and I can't stand it. I go over to him and sit opposite on the floor. I don't want to ask but I have to.
"What if we didn't get the chance for another goodbye?"

Jace's POV:

That's it. That's when I crack. I've seen death. Much death. None of what I have seen has made me feel so much as Jazzy has. I cry and I cry hard. It all comes out. And I mean everything. My past, how I felt about her, the war. She knows everything.
When I get to the present I can no longer look at Jazz. She takes my face in her hands and says two words. Two words no one has ever said to me in my life.

Jazzy POV:

"I understand" it's so cheesy but it's true. He's probably heard it a million times before; but I need him to know I understand. I understand why he did the things he did and I understand why.
We move to the couch and just sit there in silence, not saying a word. Jace's head drifts to my lap and he falls asleep. I try to stay awake but I'm drained from arguing. Soon my head is on a pillow and I sleep the first peaceful sleep since Jace joined the army. The first sleep empty of shot Jace's or Jace being blown up. For the first time in two years I get some rest.

Jace's POV:

I wake up to a lot of buzzing. Jazzy must have heard it too because she stirs and picks up the phone. She grimaces at the name on the screen and cautiously answers. "Hey, Raphael." An angry voice shouts from the other side. "I'm sorry. I was sick. I didn't want to cause you any trouble so I walked home." It took every thing in me not to take the phone and smash it. How dare he talk to her like that. It occurred to me I probably sounded just as scary last night as we argued.
"Yes.... yes... ok... 7 it is see you then."
What? Seven? For what. Who was she talking to?

This whole chapter was written by my co author Books_and_pie