"What can I do?" The boy
had asked.
"Just go and leave me
behind," said the girl. "It's best for both of
us."
A tear rolled down her face as he
walked away. To the ground she fell--She knew it was the right
thing to do. As she watched her love leave, step by step, the
tears came faster.
He looked back and saw the hur tin
her eyes. All he wanterd was to mend her broken heart, to fix her
confused mind. What had happened between them, he
thought.
The girl stood up and ran away. To
her house she ran, to her bedroom, she locked the door, in the
corner she cried. She couldn't move on. He was her only love,
her soulmate. She cried for days, deprived from sleep. The boy
moved away..far away.
He couldn't love anyone else,
she was his one and only, his soul mate.
On the same night, at the same time,
they locked themselves in their bathrooms. The boy with a gun,
the girl, a knife. With the same thought in mind, to end
life's tourture, to end the hurt. The girl in the bathtub,
the boy in front of the mirror.
At the same time, they counted down
3, 2, and on 1, they ended all hope for survival.
To the top the bathtub filled, over
the edges blood slowly spilled. The mirror was covered and
splattered with red, he lye on the ground, cold and dead.
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