Betaed by: ScOrPiA pOiSoN
He's dead. My love is dead. Oh the words I wish I could take back. I wish I'd never told him all those things. I wished I'd never told him I hated him. I wish I'd never had that cold sneer on my face when I told him he should go die somewhere. Twisting the purple ring he gave me on my finger, I have nothing but regrets. Because it was my fault he died. All mine.
After I stormed out of the house in my anger, I walked through the rain for hours. If only I'd come back an hour earlier. Finally sorting out my feeling, I made my way back to our home. If only I had run. On our door, was tacked an elegant sheet of paper with cursive writing. I ripped if off our door with anger and an unbearable sense of worry. I stormed into the house, yelling his name. There was no answer. The anger and worry were overflowing the dam. I sprinted up the stairs to our room. No, those bastards couldn't have taken him. He was mine! I finally reached our bedroom door and wrenched it open. Everything had been thrown asunder. Drawers were spilled and everything had been thrown around with no care. The only thing left was sitting on our bed. A violet box with a purple ribbon was sitting innocently there. I opened it delicately, knowing it was from him. A purple ring sat comfortably on a sea of violet cushions. A note was written on the underside of the top of the box. It said, "Happy Anniversary Skylark! I Love You."
I launched myself out of the house and sprinted outside. It was still raining. I reached the stage in a matter of minutes. But I wasn't fast enough. Looking up, I had one last look at the caramel eyes filled with love and life. Then he was gone. Ripped from my life and never to be forgotten. I cradled the ring on my left fourth finger. Goodbye, my love. I'll always love you, forever and ever.
