It was a winter day. An icy chill would envelop my body if I stepped out. The house was warm, yet I felt cold.

I wish he were here. He loved to cuddle, and could keep me warm.

He would do anything for me. Anything at all. He would always do small things for me, even when we weren't together. But I ignored him.

When he got those tickets for me, I finally realized how much he had done for me, and I loved him. I'll always love him.

I wonder why I ever let him go. I should have confronted him, not have run away.

I could have prevented him from leaving me forever.

I sighed, remembering the worst day of my life.

FLASHBACK

We had just made our break up official. Tears spilling down my cheeks, I ran down the street.

I didn't notice the car zooming towards me.

"Look out!" I heard him say.

He ran towards me, pushing me out of the way.

"I love you" Those were the last words I ever heard from him.

Everything went black.

I woke up in a white room. Where was I? The hospital?

"Hello?"

A doctor entered.

"Ms. Pickett, you are awake."

"What happened to me? How long have I been here?"

"Only a day. You have a few scratches and a bruised rib. You may leave today."

"What about…"

I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence. Tears pricked my eyes I looked at the doctor's face. I knew it the answer immediately.

Cody Martin is gone forever.

"I love you too Cody" I managed to whisper.

END OF FLASHACK

Small tears made their way down my frail cheeks. I'm not so young anymore.

After Cody died, I finished school at the S.S. Tipton. I applied to Yale, and they accepted me.

Graduation was bittersweet. London and Zack were able to successfully graduate. They both knew Cody would have been so proud of them.

The death affected London and Zack very much. Zack had lost his only twin brother, and London lost her best friend.

I could have saved Cody from this, and they wouldn't be so sad.

London and Zack are happily married now. They became closer when Cody died, and comforted each other.

I'm really happy for them, I really am.

But every time I look at them, I feel jealous.

That could have been Cody and I.

Everyone told me that it wasn't my fault and that they didn't blame me for the death.

I knew it wasn't really my fault.

In my heart though, I still wonder what we could have been.