JC spent the rest of the afternoon in the city walking around trying to figure things out. In his heart he knew he couldn't leave because Emma was one of the most important things in his life and he could never let her go.

        She may have given up on them, but he sure hadn't. Not by a long shot.

        JC looked up at the sky as he sat down on a chair outside of a cafe near Emma's apartment. “I can't believe you've given up on us. I love you and you know it!”

        A waitress came up to his table. She didn't want to pry but he looked troubled when she heard what he said but she left it alone. “What can I get you?” she asked instead, pulling out her pad.

        “My girlfriend back.”

        “I'm sorry,” she said then looked and recognized him. “Oh my God! You're that JC guy from NSYNC!” She handed him her pad and pen. “Can you autograph this for me?”

        JC took it and signed a page. “I'm used to it.” He sighed then handed it back to her. “Can I just have an iced tea and a bran muffin to go please?”

        It wasn’t that her asking for his autograph bothered him. In fact, he loved giving autographs and meeting fans. But right now, he couldn’t concentrate on much besides Emma. It seemed utterly impossible.

        The waitress smiled. “Sure, coming right up. You don't look to well. Is work going okay?” JC didn't say anything just had a sad expression on his face. “Sorry.” She left the table to get his order.

        Joey and Lance were walking on the street near the cafe and they spotted JC. They didn't want to disturb him but he didn't look at all in any condition to be alone so they each grabbed a chair and joined him.

        JC didn't notice either of them at first.

        “JC?”

        JC looked at them after hearing Joey's voice. He didn't smile, he just nodded. The waitress came back with his order. She smiled at him on her way back inside.

        “I think she has a thing for you,” Joey said.

        Lance punched Joey's arm. “How are you?” Lance asked looking at JC wishing now he didn't ask seeing the expression on JC’s face.

        He looked very, very sad and alone.
        JC finally looked at them. His eyes looked even more blue now. “Not good, or didn’t you know?”

        “I’m sorry,” Lance apologized. “I wish there was something we could do to help.”

        JC got up angry. “Well, you can't so leave me the hell alone!” He grabbed his bag and his iced tea then walked off somewhere.

        Joey and Lance just sat there. They wanted to help. It hurt him seeing their friend in so much pain. But what could they do?

        JC went to a bar later that night after walking around for hours. Now he didn't care whether he died or lived. He had lost the one thing in his life worth fighting for.

        “What can I get you?” the man at the bar asked. JC looked at the guy and saw the millions of piercings and tattoos.

        “A beer please...No make it four.”

        The man behind the counter went and got him four beers and gave them to JC, not bothering to ask why on earth he needed four beers.

        He drank the beers really quickly. “I better go home now.” JC stood up and on his way out he bumped into just a few things.

        He was drunk. He limped to the front door and walked outside, and began to walk down the street toward his house. He bumped into a few walls before he crossed the street.

        JC didn't bother to look to see if any cars or trucks were coming.

        A blue jeep was coming straight as JC was walking slowly across. The vehicle didn't see him as it was pitch black and it was after ten o'clock. The jeeps speed increased as JC walked slower.

        A few seconds passed and the jeep got closer and closer to JC, whose speed kept slowing down. He was about ready to fall, but instead the jeep hit him. JC fell to the concrete, unconscious.

        The lady in the jeep got out and rushed to JC's side. “Oh no! Help somebody, get an ambulance!” Though she was screaming at the top of her lungs, no one was around so she left JC and went to a pay phone and called an ambulance.

        She went back over to him and felt a pulse. “Good ,please try to stay alive. What the heck were you thinking walking in the middle of the street when it's so dark anyways?” She shut up as the ambulance pulled up and JC's body was put onto a stretcher.        

        The woman stood there bewildered as of why this man did what he did.

        If she only knew.

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