A boy stood at the dead teen's grave. She had been his best friend since 1st grade. The tears slipped down his face she had been so beautiful.

"Hi Warren," she said sitting next to him on the couch.

"Hey," he answered not looking away from the TV. She smiled and leaned back, getting comfterable. Her blonde hair hit his face, she'd moved so fast.

He smiled the sent of blue berries filled his nostrils. She always washed her hair, with Blue berry shampoo. It drove him crazy. Her cell interupted his thoughts. He looked over her as she bent to get her ringing phone.

Her long blonde hair fell to mid-back, she had sparkling green eyes, and her hair had a single blue streak. Her angle face fell as the other person said something.

"I have to go," she said though she looked like she wanted to stay. "Bye!" she yelled as she grabbed her purse, her green mini dress bounced up and down. Her knee high black boots clicked.

He laid down a rose made of ice next to her grave. He remembered when she had come jumping through the window to show him her new power.

He looked up from his lap top to see her coming in through the window. "This was easier when I was ten," she complained.

"Look," she said, as an ice rose appeared in her small, soft, smooth, delicate hand.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I can make things out of ice, silly," she giggled putting it next to the book on his table.

She sat down on the bed next to him.

He playfully pushed her off.

"Hey," she pouted, as she landed on her butt.

She sat on her knees "Ouch," she said looking at her hand, she'd cut it on a piece of glass. Her hand glowed orange and the cut was gone. She frowned but quickly turned it into a smile. She settled herself back onto the bed with him and watched him play a pirates game.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered to the grave, tears fell down his face. "That should have been a clue."

She sat at the swing by the lake were they'd first met. She was playing something on her guitar. He listened as she sang:

I waited for you today
But you didn't show
No no no
I needed you today
So where did You go?
You told me to call
Said you'd be there
And though I haven't seen you
Are You still there?
Chorus:
I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I'm never alone
Chorus

And though I cannot see You
And I can't explain why
Such a deep, deep reassurance
You've placed in my life

We cannot separate
'Cause You're part of me
And though You're invisible
I'll trust the unseen

I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I'm never alone
Chorus

We cannot separate
You're part of me
And though You're invisible
I'll trust the unseen

I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I'm never alone

"I don't think you cried out," he said startling her "because," he continued "I would have heard."

He cried, she had cried out, he hadn't heard, he gave her no reply. He cried, tears falling onto her grave made of crystal.

His cell rang. He answered it smiling at the caller ID, it was her.

"Hello," he said into the phone.

"Warren?" she whispered into the phone. His smile fell as he heard yelling and crashes, she was crying. "Warren, please help me, he's going to kill me," she cried/whispered into the phone.

"WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO!" yelled the unmistakable voice of her father. She screamed and the line went dead.

He grabbed his coat and ran to his motorcycle.

He shuddered at the memory. Looking at her name engraved into the crystal.

He'd arrived at her house to find her father gone. He found her in her room, lying on the floor, very beaten up. Her blonde hair fell in front of her face. Her pale arms, bruised and scared. Her short white night gown was red, and stained with blood.

He picked her up bridle style and ran to his bike. He put his helmet on her bleeding head, positioned her, so she leaned against him in his lap.

Tears ran down his face as he leaned against her grave, how did he let that happen.

Warren sat in a chair, in the waiting room; running his hands threw his hair. How did she hide it so well? Then it came to him... she could self heal and if her body wasn't healing her now; then she was probably not going to survive.

Layla, Will, Magenta, Zach, and Ethan came into the waiting room.

Warren jumped up as the doctor came out.

"She only has a matter of minutes left," she said looking at him sadly.

He walked into the room, sat on her bed, and stroked her hair. "I never told you this, but, I love you…like a girlfriend," he whispered.

Her tired eyes fluttered open, her hand stroked his cheek. "I love you too," she whispered he leaned down and they shared a kiss then her hand fell over the bedside, over the lit candle.

A drop of water fell from her hand and it went out. The monitor was a strait line… she was dead.

He walked out and the look on his face made them all start crying.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Layla Stronghold standing there.

"Good Bye Crissy Angel Halliwell," he said kissing her name.

Warren looked at the grave next to her's. Piper Parle Halliwell.

Warren saw Wyatt and Chris coming to see there little sister's grave.

Everyone had started to refer to the day she died as The Day the Candle went out.

Crissy Angel Halliwell

Born: September 20th 1990

Died: May 8th 2005

A daughter, A sister, A girlfriend,

A friend, an Angel

She will always be missed


She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with a happy face

The boy doesn't see so he doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an innocent face
Her name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world hasn't forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A/N Yes, Leo is her dad. Seqeul Up