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JC walked out to the balcony where Bekah was elevating herself above the city of Seattle.
"It's a beautiful night." Bekah opened her eyes and glanced back to see JC standing in the doorway.
"It looks like rain." She stared up and the dark grey sky as clouds formed above their head.
"I want to talk to you." He joined her by the ledge of the balcony. "I want you to go home."
"What?"
"I want you to go back where you belong. Ya know Heaven."
"Why?"
"As much as I love you here I can't take it."
"Take what JC?"
"I can't take having you so close to me, and I can't have you or love you like I did."
"JC I know you love me and you will always have me."
"That's not it. I can't be with you I'm spending all my days with you and I can't be with you."
"I understand."
"It just reminds me too much of the past."
"So this is it you want me to leave?" He nodded his head.
"Yes."
"Is that your final answer?" He looked down at his feet and raised his head to meet the strong gaze of her eyes as his filled with tears.
"Yes." He said barely above a whisper. Before he could say or do anything else she began to float away. "Bekah!" He cried out once more to try and reach her. She said nothing and drifted further up to the sky and away from him.
He dropped to his knees his head in his hands. He couldn't contain his tears any longer he fought back with all his might, but they poured out of his eyes. The rain that Bekah had predicted began to drop on him as he sat there still. He looked up at the sky the rain dripping off his nose and wet in his hands. A mixture of tears and dew overcame him and he sat there alone.
"Bekah." He whispered. The true reality came over him that she was gone now. For good.

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A couple of days later they returned home. JC was moping around again. He needed to get past this. He needed closure. One day he walked up to the hill overlooking the pond in the park. Under a big willow tree was Bekah's tombstone. He brushed a few leaves off of the top of the stone. He got down on his knees and placed a bouquet of yellow tulips, her favorite, by her gravesite. The cool autumn breeze grazed against his cheeks and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He looked down at the ground coated in flowers from loved ones. His guilt kept creeping back he tried to push it away. Out of his pockets he pulled out an envelope.
"I wrote you this letter. I know you can't read it, but I'm going to leave it here." He placed it next to his flowers.
"I wanna thank you for everything you done for me. I can't possible express in words what I feel, but I'm sure you know what it is anyways." He looked up at the sky.
"Bekah I'm sorry." He said through his tears.
"I'm sorry for what you went through and if I could go back and do it over again I wouldn't have taken you out. I wouldn't have put you in that cab. I just wish you were still here with me and not as an angel. I mean as my angel you always were and you always will be. I guess that's what I came to say." He stood up and started to walk away but came back.
"You know why we buried you here don't ya? Of course you do. You loved to watch the ducks in the pond when I brought you up here to this spot. Our spot. The ducks aren't here now I'm sure they started to head south for the upcoming winter. If you were here you would've said we did it all wrong I know you." He chuckled remembering all the times she was disatisfied with the way things turned out.
"That time we had Chris' birthday party and Justin got the wrong kind of candles you chewed him out. It's silly now, but I always loved you when you were silly like that. I'm going to miss you." He paused for a couple of seconds. Then with his voice shakey spoke again.
"I'm going to miss you a lot." He placed his middle and index fingers over his lips and then touched her stone.
"Bye boo." He walked away not looking back.
Bekah stood behind the tree hearing all of it. She placed her fingers to her mouth in the same manner as him.
"Bye bug."

The End