A/N DISCLAIMER - I DON'T OWN THE JONAS BROTHERS AS CONNECT 3. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEM. I ONLY OWN KYLA, KIANNA, ALLISON, EMILY, AND OTHER FUTURE NON-FAMOUS CHARACTERS.

-Shane's POV-

Kyla was my everything. She was my world. Anyone who knew us, or just me, knew that. I talked about her with everyone all the time. But now, I can hardly bring myself to say her name. I definitely can't look at any pictures of her. I break down every time. Sometimes I do when I so much as hear her name mentioned.

Sometimes love slips away and you just can't get it back. No, we didn't divorce. I wouldn't have ever dreamed of doing that. We had a great marriage. Well, at least it was better than some marriages. We had only been married 4 years before my fairytale crashed and burned with that one phone call.

When we first started dating, my brothers tried to break us up. It was the first relationship in a long time that I had with a girl that lasted longer than 6 weeks at a shot. My one real chance at a successful relationship and happiness, and they tried to destroy it. I had to find out from Frankie, (our little brother that never really got any media coverage or at least not as much as us three) because he won't ever lie to me, that Nate and Jason didn't want me to end up marrying someone of another color. It hurt me deeply, but when I refused to stop dating her, they eventually let it go.

Jason married a Chinese girl, and we accepted her right away. It was like she was one of us to begin with. What made Kyla so different? She was just like us too, she just had darker skin. That was the only difference.

We even had a beautiful little girl together. Kyla picked out her name. Kianna Destiny Jonas. Kianna's three years old as of last Saturday. Kyla didn't live to see her baby girl turn 3, like she wanted to. She was planning a huge party for Kianna, and my family fought with me about finishing the plans so she would have a party. I ended up finishing it out, and had the party in honor of Kyla.

I won't ever forget how Kyla broke the news that I was going to be a father to me.

As I stepped in the door after coming home from work, Kyla stepped out of the kitchen into the living room.

"Oh, good. Daddy, you're home."

"Hi, babe." I gave her a kiss and a hug like I did everyday, and started walking towards the bedroom to change clothes.

It didn't register at first what she said, but when I thought about it, I turned around from walking towards the bedroom, and stared at her with big eyes.

"WHAT?! Are you serious? I'm, I'm gonna be a father?" I asked with the biggest smile possible on my face.

She nodded her head, and before she could talk, I had her in a hug dancing around the living room.

Kianna looks so much like her momma at times it's not funny. Every night at bedtime she asks me when Mommy's coming home, and I have to lie and tell her that I don't know when.

Kyla always put her to bed. That was part of our agreement. She would give her a bath and put her to bed while I would get her up in the morning and get her ready for daycare before me and Kyla left for work. Now I'm doing all of it, and some of it I'm having to learn how to do as I go.

I know Kyla's not ever coming home. I have to force myself to believe it, but I know it.

Sometimes I miss her so much I can hardly bear it. I've got to stay strong for Kianna. I'm the only parent she has now.

Kyla was only 24. She died too young. I'm only 25. I shouldn't be a widower yet. Just for fifteen minutes, I wish we could be a family again. I'd do anything to be with her again. I'd even give up my music for good if it meant she would be back by my side once again.

Sometimes I wonder what she'd be like today. Would she still be that same lovable girl? Would she still tell those lame but hilarious jokes? Would she still love me and Kianna unconditionally? I guess I'll never know the answers.

I didn't want to be in the hospital the night of the crash. I had to sit there and watch my wife die before me. The man is supposed to be the one that goes first, not her.

I try not to remember that night, or the funeral for that matter. Both days were too much for me to handle, and I walked out halfway through the funeral. I couldn't take it. Seeing my wife laying in that box, knowing she's never coming back.

I came back in near the end, and everyone seemed to be very understanding of why I walked out. Especially my parents and Kyla's parents. They knew it was hard for me, and they both even offered to take Kianna for a couple days after the funeral, so I could clear my head and get everything straight again.

I'm holding onto Kianna with everything I have. She's all I have now. Social workers are wanting to take her away from me, saying that I'm "incapable" of raising her now. I'm doing just fine on my own. I'm her father, I think I have a right to say if she should stay with me or not.

Jason and Nate are telling to move on and find another woman, but it's not that simple. They're even telling me that my ex-girlfriend, Mitchie, is back in town. They're willing to 'hook me up' with her, but I don't want to date again so soon. I can't. I won't.

Jason hasn't lost his wife, Emily, and Nate hasn't lost his fiancee, Allison. They have no idea what I'm going through. I can't just forget about Kyla. I just can't.

True, it's been about 5 months since the accident, but I'm still not over it and I highly doubt I ever will be completely over it. Sometimes, I can feel her with me. I know that sounds crazy, but sometimes I swear I can still hear her cheery voice with that slight laugh in it. I'm not sure, maybe I really am going crazy.

I'm only sure of one thing anymore. I need her now more than anything. I don't know if I can do this by myself.

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