Julia wasn't blind, she could see that for a none known reason to her, it seemed Jamie was being hard on himself. Was it the guilt? She wondered if he didn't want to be around all of these people, she could understand. He just got home, it's been seven years, and all of sudden, he was thrown into his old town, having to face a large group of people, and all of them wanting to speak to him at the same time. Even though Julia wasn't the center of attention, she was getting a little annoyed, and closed in.
Her soft pink lips turned into a frown when he spoke. She didn't understand what he meant by that, but she wasn't sure if he wanted to explain with everyone around them. Her eyes rolled when Jamie asked about Harry, she had hoped he would ignore the fact that he wasn't here. How could he though? Harry was Jamie's best friend. Julia sighed lightly. "He isn't here is because he is a immature brat, who won't let go of the past." She explained with somewhat annoyance.
Julia was the person who was able to forgive and forget, it may take some time at first, but she would finally get around it, and let go of the past. Not all people were like that, for example her older brother. Harry used to be best friends with Jamie, she didn't know why he couldn't forget about Jamie leaving, and just let him explain his reason. She knew and believed that Jamie would have a good reason.
Her thoughts were cut off when someone walked up to Jamie, though she was a little shocked towards Jamie's reaction. Why was he being so hard on himself? She knew something was up, she would have him spill his guts later. She followed him towards the table of food, she shook her head as he said he wasn't a hero. "Jamie, hero has many different meanings behind it. So everyone has a different view of why you are a hero to them." She explained gently.
"I know I have a completely different reason to everyone, to why you are a hero to me." Julia stated before she leaned down and gave him a peck on the cheek. Once she was standing up straight again, she brushed her short hair behind her ear, and shrugged her shoulders. "I continued high school, graduated, went to college for art, and now I'm a substitute art teacher, and sell my art work to art galleries."
Julia could remember when she was younger, she would always be carrying a sketchpad, and a pencil. She would stop along the sidewalk and start to draw a scene that interested her. When she was fifteen, she drew Jamie a lot, because she was always spending her time with him. She got her art skills from her mother.
"My parents died in an car accident two years ago." She explained. She glanced down to her ring finger, even though Reece had a lot of money, he let Julia pick out her engagement ring. It was a simple gold band, with a single diamond in the middle. She didn't want a huge ring, she wasn't a person for flashy.
Julia was scared to tell Jamie, about her engagement. She was afraid that he wouldn't want to be around her anymore if she was already taken. She knew they only flirted before he left, but she had grew strong feelings for Jamie. She thinks that was caused the most pain for her when he left, she never got to tell him her feelings.
"I'm engage now."
Harry had went home, threw a few things, and calmed himself down. He wasn't sure why Julia was able to forgave him so easily. Of course, he knew that she loved him, but he left her without even a goodbye. Jamie left without even saying something to him; they were best friends, pretty close to brothers. Jamie didn't even talk to him about any thoughts of leaving. He mostly hated Jamie for causing his little sister that whole year of pain, suffering, and self-injury towards herself.
He had decided to go back to the house, see if Julia left yet, and try to talk her out of going before she went. Luck wasn't on his side though, when he got to the house, it was completely empty. No sign of Julia or Reece. Not wanting to go back home just yet, he made himself home in the lounge. He had turned the tv on, even though he wasn't paying attention, his mind was to busy with thoughts.
It didn't take long afterwards, for him to hear a car door. He figured it was maybe Julia, he realized it was Reece when he come inside, and yelled out her name. He kept quiet though. His hands were knotted together, as if he was in pray, and his shoulders were slouched forward. His body language didn't read 'happy', because he wasn't. His little sister was dumb enough to go after Jamie.
"I know where she went even though we need of another fight." He shrugged his shoulders. "Julia is just getting on my nerves because she won't listen to me, and instead she went back to Jamie. She went to his welcome home party, that's where she is now." His jaw clenched as he continued to talk.
Harry knew that Reece knew who Jamie was. Reece also knew about the scars, what she went through, when she was fifteen, she had explained that Jamie, her best friend, left her. Harry sighed heavily as he hung his head down.
"I don't want her hurt again."