She stood in the rain, the droplets hitting her like bullets. Of course, she wished that the raindrops were actual bullets, to where she would die right there and then. She stood out there alone, all alone. She didn't want anyone except for him to be by her side, to keep her warm in the dark, cold rain, to comfort her, except for him.
But he was gone. She could never see him again. She could never be with him again. He didn't make her feel like she was an outcast, he made her feel welcomed, feel fine. He stood by her whenever she was hurt, he stood by her when she was sick, but what did she give him in return? Nothing. She gave him nothing.
She felt he wasn't good enough. Why? He was better than any other man she had ever dated. He was way better than that revolting man that she nearly married. Her hair started to wilt like the flowers that were placed below her. The roses were drowning in the roses, like she was drowning in her guilt.
She started to let her tears blend in with the rain drops. Why had she never told him how she felt? She had always felt the same about him, why did she never tell him? She was scared. Scared of what? She would always ask herself that. But she knew the answer. She was scared that he would turn out like every other man she had ever dated.
But she knew he wasn't the same. Why did she keep telling herself that he wasn't the same. She wanted to be with him. But she was also afraid of him breaking her heart. He would never break her heart, never in a million years. But she couldn't convince herself that.
She fell to her knees, holding her hands over her face, crying like she never cried before. She wished her parents were there to make her feel better, but they could never be there. Just like the one man she had ever fallen in love with.
He died for her. He died to save her life. He was the only man that was brave enough to do that for her. The car, which was about to hit her and take away her life, took away his. Now she believed that death was actually better than what she was dealing with now. She attempted suicide many times, but never had the bravery to actually take her life to be with him.
"I never told you this," she whispered to his grave in the rain. "But I love you. I always have. But I was scared that you would break my heart. But I was wrong. You would never break my heart. I'm sorry I was never able to tell you this when you were alive."
Leela got up and walked away from the grave site, leaving Fry's grave with it's wilted red roses.