I lay in bed waiting for him to come home. I looked at the clock. The numbers showing me that it was 12. I sighed and sat up. He was always late when it came to night time. I heard the door open and saw the golden hair boy enter the room covered in ichor. I smiled at him and he smiled back his fangs showing. "Sorry I was late." He said taking his shirt off and shoe's. He sat down on the bed beside me and kissed my lips gently. I placed my palm against his cheek and smiled resting my forehead against his. "It's okay." I whispered, moving my head so that it was against his chest my words muffled a little. "Your here now." I said. I layed us both down and curled up against him. He mumbled something befor relaxing and falling asleep. I sighed and kissed his neck gently, then got up. I went to the drawer and pulled out the revolver I had hidden there earlier that month. I had filled it with bullets the night befor. I went back to the bed and kissed his lips gently. I quickly wrote a note for him and left it on the bed where he would see it when he woke up. I made my way down stares and sat at the table. I looked at the gun before placing it to my head and closing my eyes. I would miss him so much but I had to do this. I closed my eyes tighter and my finger pushed the trigger. The last thing I heard was the sound of the gun and then everything seemed to slip away from me.
The boy stood by his dead girlfriend, the note in hand. He looked at it and read it for the third time that night, tears in his eyes.
I know you were with her. You are every night. So I leave you now in this way to show that I love you and that I don't want you to have to choose between me and her. I love you lots Jace and I'll miss you so much.
Love Hope
He let out a sob. He had hurt her, with his cheating. He bent down and picked the gun up from her bloody hand. He curled his hand around the note tightly as he straightened out. He moved to a postion so that he would fall beside her when he died. He closed his eyes and placed the gun to his own head. He counted to 10 and then pulled the trigger. The sound of a gun rang through the empty house.