When I looked into his blue eyes, I saw the love he had given me. All the love he had given me in the past, all of the love he had been giving me...Until now. Tears dripped from my eyes as I realized how serious this was. Tears rolled down my cheeks and asked myself what I did wrong. I looked up at Troy, with a pleading eye, and he left. He stepped off of my doorstep and left me. I saw the look of love in his eyes one last time.

I watched him as he was leaving. I could not hold myself up any longer, I collapsed onto my knees. I put my face in my hands and cried. "What did I do wrong?!?!?!" I screamed out. I got up and shut the door behind me as I slowly walked into the pouring rain. i felt the rain pour down onto me...like his words. They soaked me, and the made me cold. Shivers went through my body but I kept walking. I did not know where I was going, I just walked. Maybe I was trying to walk off the pain, maybe I just wanted to walk in the rain, I do not know. All I know is that Troy had just dumped me. And I need to know what I did.

I walked about a half a mile when I finally realized that I was cold. I began to slowly walk back to my house, feet dragging, tears still falling. Cars drove past me. Headlights had shown on me. Eyes stared. But nothing mattered to me. None of that mattered to me. Because Troy had just broken up with me. And I did not know why...

A car pulled over next to me and I looked into the window. In the window I saw the worried look of Taylor. She rolled down the passenger side window and asked if I wanted a ride. I stood there in the rain, staring at her, not knowing if I wanted a ride or not. She got out of the car and hugged me. That was what I needed. A hug. I wrapped my arms around her, returning the favor, and bega to bawl all over again. We stood there, me, a crying mess, her, trying to stay strong for me. After a moment's time, she let go of me and opened the car door. I slowly brought myself to get in. I knew that if I didn't, I would probably get hypothermia.

She got in the other side and drove away. She didn't ask any questions, she did not push for anything. She knew that I would tell her when I was ready.

"Troy...he...broke up with me..." I said quietly. I began to softly cry once again. I said it, it was true. I wa snot imagining things, It was not just a dream, it was true. Completely true. And I still didn't know why.

Taylor looked over at me, sympathy in her eyes. "You don't have to say anything..." I said through my tears. I knew she did not know what to say. We sat there, in silence. I turned on the radio and the first song that was on was a hard rock song. "Just what I need," I said to myself. I turned up the radio and sat there, letting my pain sink in.

I began to think about our first date. I thought about when he first asked me out, I couldn't believe we were actually going out...and then, he kissed me, and I kissed him right back. I thought that it would never end. I knew that I would be wrapped up in his strong arms forever, and he would never let me go. I thought that we would last forever. But he had a different idea. I was just another girl. I was nothing important. I was just a girl he could play with for a while and then he could jsut break my heart and not care. He's a jerk. That's what he is. That's all he's ever been. He just pretended to love me so he could tell all his little buddies he had me. "He's a jerk and I hate him!" I yelled in my head, "No...no no no!!! That's not what I think. I'm just mad. I just don't know how to deal with him breaking up with me. I do love him. He does still love me...he just doesn't think he does..."

"Are you gunna be ok?" Taylor asked me. "I...I dunno. I mean, I thought we would last. I thought I was something more than just a toy to him. I guess not...Honestly, I think I'll eventually get over it," I lied. I knew I would never get over it.

When I got back to the house my parents were still gone. I dropped my stuff at the door and slowly went upstairs. I dragged my feet all the way up and my head hung low. "How am I going to deal with this?" I said out loud. I grabbed my phone before I fell onto my bed. "1 new message" I read from the phone. I played the message back. "Hey Gabi, I just wanted to make sure you were ok," was how the message began...it was from Troy, "You're prolly still walking around in the rain. I just wanted to make sure you got back safe. I need you to call me when you get this message. I know that you probably don't want to talk to me and you really don't want to call to me. But I really really need you to call me. It's important...this may be a life and death situation. Just please...call me..." The message ended and I was left bewildered. I was confused, he just dumped me and now he NEEDS me to call him. Then he says it is a life and death situation...what could be happening?

I set the phone on my bed and ran downstairs. I looked in the freezer and grabbed my best friends, Ben and Jerry, double chocolate...then I grabbed a spoon.

I ran back upstairs, dialed his number, and pressed speaker phone. I set the phone on my nightstand. I knew it was going to be hard to talk to him...but I knew I had to. I took off my shirt, jumped on my bed, and began to eat my ice cream. That was the best way to eat it...no shirt on.

It rang and rang and rang. I finally just hung up. "Hmm..." I thought to myself, "He always answers his phone." I quickly pressed the redial button. The phone didn't even ring an entire time when someone picked up.

"Hello?" It was his Dad. Why would he be answering Troy's phone?

"Hey, is Troy there?" I asked

"Hello Gabi, this is you, right?" His voice sounded tired, sad, and scared.

"Yes sir." I replied.

"Well, something has happened with Troy. I cannot tell you over the phone because it is so awful. I just need you to come to the hospital, I think you are what will keep him alive." He said. Tears sprang to my eyes. I did not know what was going on...but it scared me. It really scared me.

"Sir, I would love to come to the hospital, but I dont think I would be who he wants to see," I replied.

"Please, do not say that. I will tell you what is going on as soon as you get here. But I must not tell you on phone, anyone could be listening. Just come as fast as you can," he said.

"I will come as soon as I can. Thank for telling me sir. I will be there as soon as I can."

"Thank you! Thank you!" He said as he hung up the phone. I sat there, listening to the dial tone...I did not know how I was going to handle this.

I can just not see him. He has to be near death. How will I be able to see him like that?!?!?! Tears poured down my cheeks as I slowly placed my pink cami back on. I did not even grab a sweatshirt. I just grabbed the keys and ran out the door. I started up the car and sat there. When will these things stop happening?