I think about the way he used to look at me, as if I was the only person left on this earth. Staring into his deep brown eyes had always made my heart skip a beat. I always felt as if I had no air left, but I could never seem to tare away from them. The way his lips morphed into that sly smile made me think he knew exactly what I was thinking. When our fingers would brushed together in the slightest, it sent shivers down my spine and made my cheeks burn. How could I have missed the signs? That the one person who I cared about the most was not who I had thought to be all along, but the one who helped me whenever I needed help most? Thinking about this makes my eyes well up, and as I look as his picture on my desk, burning hot tears fall down my face and onto my shaking hands. I had tried so hard these past two months not to think about him. But that was a lie. Not a minute has gone by when I did not think about that face, that smile. Why did I never tell him how I felt? He told me he loved me, but all I did was stand there, motionless. I always knew in the back of my mind that I loved him too. So why did I realize it, just when it was too late?
I can still remember the way it sounded, that piercing crack as Shaoran Li fell onto the pavement.