Never Again.
First and Last.
The engine dies as I pull out the keys from the ignition. My eyes slip shut and a long breath escapes from behind my lips as my head rests against the car seat. I want to turn back and go home, but I can't. I can't do that to her. She deserves better, she always did.
I don't bother to check my appearance - everyone is going to look like a wreck from crying anyway. I step out of the car and head toward the doors.
As soon as I reach the room, I get struck by a storm of memories, so to speak. I can remember it all. Oh, how I miss it so much already.
I step into the room and immediately get smacked in the face with the sounds of quiet sobs combined to create a wall of depression. I can't bear myself to talk to anyone right now, so I seclude myself in the back. I find a single chair, and sit. I feel tears on the verge to fall, and trickle down my face.
My memory calls upon the day we met. It truly did only seem like yesterday. I was at the park, reading under s tree. I was so engaged in the book, I noticed nothing around me - just one thing. I heard a snap and a huge thump. Had it been a squirrel? A rather large squirrel, to be exact?
I laughed a little to myself.
No, it wasn't any squirrel - it was here. I had peeked around the trunk of the tree and saw her sitting on the ground trying to tend her bleeding elbow, while muttering profanities to herself.
"You okay?" I had asked. She smiled.
Form then on things were pretty much uphill. Yeah, we've had our fights, but, we just connected. I began to know everything about her. I knew whatever she was feeling, because she would tell me.
But, I was never told the reason she had become depressed.
I couldn't see a change in anything about her. She was the same as always - so it seemed. I should have noticed something, though. I'm sure this could have been prevented. She was always happy. Smiling, laughing. What happened?
The room starts to clear out as the day comes to an end.
Slowly, I stand up and make my way up to the front of the room. I breath in deep and roll my neck a couple times.
There she is.
Oh God, she's gorgeous. Her curly blond hair fell past her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes were hidden beneath soft eyelids. And her heart, oh the most beautiful part of her. The warm, caring heart she once possessed, now sat there, cold in motionless in her chest.
I miss her.
Oh, I miss her so much. Why? Why did she have to kill herself? She had her whole life ahead of her. She was capable of doing anything she ever wanted. I don't understand. Never again will we create another memory. Never again will we laugh together. Never again.
And never, will I be able to tell her I love her.
She's gone.
Just a little something to get me back into writing the way I used to.
I don't bother to check my appearance - everyone is going to look like a wreck from crying anyway. I step out of the car and head toward the doors.
As soon as I reach the room, I get struck by a storm of memories, so to speak. I can remember it all. Oh, how I miss it so much already.
I step into the room and immediately get smacked in the face with the sounds of quiet sobs combined to create a wall of depression. I can't bear myself to talk to anyone right now, so I seclude myself in the back. I find a single chair, and sit. I feel tears on the verge to fall, and trickle down my face.
My memory calls upon the day we met. It truly did only seem like yesterday. I was at the park, reading under s tree. I was so engaged in the book, I noticed nothing around me - just one thing. I heard a snap and a huge thump. Had it been a squirrel? A rather large squirrel, to be exact?
I laughed a little to myself.
No, it wasn't any squirrel - it was here. I had peeked around the trunk of the tree and saw her sitting on the ground trying to tend her bleeding elbow, while muttering profanities to herself.
"You okay?" I had asked. She smiled.
Form then on things were pretty much uphill. Yeah, we've had our fights, but, we just connected. I began to know everything about her. I knew whatever she was feeling, because she would tell me.
But, I was never told the reason she had become depressed.
I couldn't see a change in anything about her. She was the same as always - so it seemed. I should have noticed something, though. I'm sure this could have been prevented. She was always happy. Smiling, laughing. What happened?
The room starts to clear out as the day comes to an end.
Slowly, I stand up and make my way up to the front of the room. I breath in deep and roll my neck a couple times.
There she is.
Oh God, she's gorgeous. Her curly blond hair fell past her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes were hidden beneath soft eyelids. And her heart, oh the most beautiful part of her. The warm, caring heart she once possessed, now sat there, cold in motionless in her chest.
I miss her.
Oh, I miss her so much. Why? Why did she have to kill herself? She had her whole life ahead of her. She was capable of doing anything she ever wanted. I don't understand. Never again will we create another memory. Never again will we laugh together. Never again.
And never, will I be able to tell her I love her.
She's gone.
Just a little something to get me back into writing the way I used to.