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 ***Author's Note***
Keep in mind that I've never written a story like this before, so it's not the best. I hope it's not the worst, though. Anyway, same character names. I always use those, though. It's just a way to keep out of finding new names. :D

Aria’s P.O.V.
    My skin shone a pale white and my brown hair contrasted greatly against my ice blue eyes.
    “I didn’t think you had the guts to show up.” I said sadly.
    “I didn’t think I did either.” Jack’s tan exterior looked frighteningly beautiful against the moonlight. “Aria, it’s not fair to be so far apart for so long.”
    “It’s not, I know… Jack, maybe this is,” I hated to say, “It.”
    “Maybe you’re right.” I heard from below my window. “I guess I’ll go home, then.”
    “Goodbye Jack.”
    “Goodbye Aria.”

Jack’s P.O.V.
    I’ve been left. I loved her and she left. I was her best friend and she was mine. Aria’s house is far in the distance now. We’re separated by 45 miles of nothing. In the distance, people are in love, and I sit here, poor me, singing with my Texas drawl, a tune by Keith Urban. I feel something warm slide down my cheek and find myself crying. Sixteen year old boys don’t cry.
    The alarm drives me mad as I search, desperately for the snooze button. I miss sleeping in. I miss being loved. I miss being Jack AND Aria. Now I’m just Jack. Just me. I look on the wall and see all of my old pictures. Some of me playing baseball, others of friends that are off to college and there, right in the middle. It’s her. She’s so beautiful. I see Aria’s smile and the picture and remember that day like no other. She is so beautiful.