Disclaimed.

If you're confused, well, you're kinda supposed to be.

THANK YOU: Livs, for telling me that i could write an angst-y piece, and also for beta-ing! (:

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"All Harris Fisher wanted to be was hers."

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He knew that she was [p e r f e c t i o n] with slight flaws.

She knew that he had

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under her spell.

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He loved her; still does to this very day.

Her tiffany-box colored eyes coldly searched his; asking for an explanation, yet he had none. They weren't together, but they weren't separate either.

He stuttered "I love you" as she stormed away.

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That very same day she caught him cheating, she died.

And he saw it happen. He raced out after her, slamming the door behind him. She was walking across the street, the breeze ruffling her blonde locks, making her seem like a model on the runway.

The car. That evil, slate gray truck. It hit her. Hard. Her eyes filled with fear, yet she couldn't do anything.

Blood splattered the road. The truck just went right over her limp, helpless, frail body.

He raced to her. Checked her pulse: gone. Looked into her eyes: lifeless. Whispered to her "I love you" one last time.

Tire tracks lined her stomach and her right arm. His shirt was covered in her blood. His face was drained with his tears; flowing, flowing, flowing. The road; occupied with ambulances, police cars, innocent bystanders. But right there, in the smack-dab middle, was the body of Skye Hamilton, in the arms of Harris Fisher.

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His emerald eyes were always filled with sadness and regret.

If he never would have cheated, she never would have died.

And if she never died, he wouldn't have killed himself to be with her.

But it had happened.

So he raised the gun to his heart, not temple, but heart, pictured her face in his mind, and reminded himself that this was for her, then he

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the trigger.

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Somewhere along the way, Skye Hamilton's soul had collided with Harris Fisher's the very night he committed suicide. They were finally together; happy with each other.

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Finis.

it wasn't that good. It was confusing; even to me.

Plus, it was my second (?) attempt at angst, so spare the hating looks.

(:

[No, I don't always end angst with a smile, but this is an exception.]