My Sad Valentine
((Note: This has not happened to me, I just thought of it while I was in the shower.))
He was such a great guy, my Inuyasha. He said he loved me, cherished me, always there for me. But there was always something about him. He had a temper. It was the Valentine's Day Dance at school. The dances we shared were magical. He looked into my eyes, and promised me that he would never hurt me.
There was nothing but us swaying in to the music. But then, a friend, asked me to dance. I asked him if it was okay, and he said fine. But something happened. While danceing, a kiss planted on my lips. He fumed! Left me at the dance alone the minute after. No ride home, no one to kiss at midnight. I didn't even here "Happy Valentine's Day Baby" like I had before.
On the way home, I found a note on my coat. "I can't believe you." it read. "How could you be so heartless?" I sobbed as I read it, both angry and hurt. This has happened before, but nothing this bad. I knew I shouldn't call him, since he'd be mad. But I wanted to explain.
I begged him to listen to me, but all he did was yell and shout and say names unheard of. I sobbed and sobbed, but no apology was said or heard, only "Stop crying!". I begged him to stop calling me names and wishing me dead, but he thought it was all in my head. Soon enough he calmed a little, time was up, I had to go.
"I love you..." I said, just wanting to here those words. Silence on the other end. Then a scream. "Fuck you!" were his last words to me. I hung up and wished my self a Happy Valentine's Day.
On my way to school, to look at him in sorrow, ice paved the highway, and the semi flipped and fell. With brakes not working, I slid and fire, smoke and glass. I heard the ambulence, but knew it was to late. Tears rolled out my eyes, thinking of his last two words to me. And felt worthless and unwanted.
The funeral was sad. "She lived a short, sweet life." The preacher said while everyone sobbed and wiped their eyes. A man in black in the back looked on, feeling nothing but regret. Why did I say that to her? I knew it was an accident. Why didn't I forgive her, or listen to her cries? Oh I wish I could have said I love you too, the night before she died.
Eyes with tears, the last image of her he had, begging him to forgive her, for something she didn't do. He should have said the little words she wanted to hear all night.
Small words that rang.
"I love you, too."