It had happened on my birthday. My 21st, my coming of age. The doorbell had rung, and I had raced to open it, expecting one of my party guests. Instead I found two grim-faced cops on my doorstep.
"We're sorry to report that Gold of New Bark Town was severely injured in a car crash, and died shortly after. The other driver was reported drunk and was the cause of this accident."
Time stood still. I had waited for someone to jump out and say it was just a prank, that Gold was on his way, he'd be arriving shortly.
But nothing happened. Silence.
I had frozen in shock, in disbelief, and only when the guests arrived did I move. But it was to tell them the party was cancelled, Gold was… dead.
Dead.
The morning after, I was called to the station, they had something to give me. My mind was still frozen in shock, I didn't remember anything about the trip there.
When I arrived, they took me to a room and presented me with the objects they had found on his body. A small velvet box, which nestled a delicate sparkling diamond embedded in a gold band. A note was found in his other pocket, to remind him of what he was meant to say.
Super-Serious-Gal, I love you. No matter how many smiles have been flashed at me, none can compare to yours. Even though I've flirted with many girls, and dated numerous before you, you are my first and last love. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you if you accept. I know that I am annoying, egoistic, and generally a pain, but Crystal, will you marry me?
I remembered crying – not crying, bawling- my eyes out. The table was wet, and I went through two entire boxes of tissues before calming down a little.
The funeral was later that week. When it was my turn to present my speech, I don't remember saying much. I only managed to get through one or two sentences before breaking down. It took both Blue and Yellow to get me off the stage and out of the church, to let me get it out.
The days dragged along. Every second felt like a minute; every minute, an hour. My life was dull and broken without his presence. There was no more meaning in my life.
A fortnight after he passed away, I had had enough. I didn't want to keep living my nightmare of a life. I grabbed a kitchen knife, before racing out to the field of flowers we used to always picnic and watch sunsets in.
So now I stand here, watching the sun go down, the ring on my finger. Picking up the knife, I run my finger along the blade before slashing my wrist. Crimson blood drips out, and I am faintly aware of pain. But I keep going, slicing myself again and again.
As I fall back into the white sea of daisies, now spotted with blood, I think of you, and I know we'll finally be together.
Gold and Crystal.
Together ,forever.