A/N: Shortest thing I've ever written, period. Not much else to say until it's finished. Except that it's a sort of drabble... I think. And that it's for my genre challenge.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it. Bye.
It's all sparkly and bright and glittery when it happens. It's an accident and everybody knows it. People wouldn't believe it, but sometimes, you think it wasn't.
[You sometimes think that somewhere, deep down in you (far, far, far down in there), subconsciously, you did it on purpose.]
It's all loud and angry and wet when it happens. It's the both of you yelling, and everybody knows it. People wouldn't believe it, but sometimes, you think someone would have gotten hurt beforehand.
[You sometimes think that he would have pushed you and you would have slapped him and there would have been much more physical pain before what happened.]
It's all glassy and painful and bloody when it happens. It's utter chaos, and everybody knows it. People wouldn't believe it, but you thought it was kind of pretty.
[You sometimes think that it was, for a split second, probably the most beautiful thing you've ever seen and that it's your pretty version of Hell before you faced it for real.]
Now it's everyone broken and him regretful and you realizing that you did the stupidest thing ever. Now it's him looking down on your grave alone, and everybody knows it, but they don't know that you're looking down on him, wishing you didn't do something so stupid. But people would believe it.
[You always wish that you could go back and fix it, make sure it wasn't done and you were still there and he wasn't so alone, because you would never abandon him.]
You know what it's like to grieve, not only for what is lost, but what is left over from the mess. The loss and the scars and the pain and the grief you're left behind with. And you know what's even worse than grieving what is left. And it pains your heart to watch him do just that.
Because what's worse than to grieve what's left over, is to grieve what is left alone.
A/N: This isn't even a page long. It's so sad. But oh well, people can deal, right? Anyway, as for characters, I know I didn't give ANY indication as to who it was. I did that on purpose. It was supposed to be Emma and Gabe, but you can make it whoever... seriously. I want to know who people thought it was. And it was supposed to be a car accident where the girl's driving and they're arguing, then they crash into something, and then the glass shatters and the girl dies on impact and it's her ghost that the narrator is speaking too. It's funny. I first wrote "third person narrator," because it was third person, but I went and changed it all to second person. I like it better that way. Okay, um… OH! And just because I have to mention her in every one of these… at school, Sun told me not to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom when I got home from school until I finished this, even though she knows I'm sick. I told her I wouldn't, but I ate… and went to the bathroom. I'm going to sleep after this is posted. Okay, so I'm scared this A/N will be longer than the story, so I'm going to cut it off. Bye!
~May
