A love that never happened
By: Anthony Ortega
This story is a fiction and if it is related to anything that happened, it was all due to my imagination and nothing else.
I want to tell you the story of how I made one stupid decision and how I'll never get to tell I love her…
It was a rainy day when it all happened, I was on my way to school when I saw my friend being surrounded by some girls…. I knew what they were doing but I couldn't do anything about it, so I looked the other way.
When she got to school, she had a cut on her cheek and her arms were bruised. The teacher asked what happened and she said she fell, but we all knew it was a lie, but we didn't say anything.
When it was lunch, I saw those girls messing with her again, but this time, I did something about it and then they stopped for awhile, she seemed relieved and I asked her if she wanted me to walk with her to her place and school. She said yes and by then, we got a little closer.
After awhile, a few girls asked if I was going out with her and I said no. Then they were trash talking about her and I put my headphones on and walked away. They probably thought I was insane for not listening to them but I knew what they were talking about was lies. And thanks to that I fell in love with her.
After a few weeks, it started to rain and she called me up and asked if I can come over but I said no since I was with my parents in the store. She begged me to come but I said no. I hung up on her and then I got a pain in my chest but I ignored it.
A few hours later, her parents called me and said she killed herself but cutting her wrists and letting it bleed out. I ran as fast as I can to her place and as soon as I got there, they were taking her body into the ambulance. I fell on my knees and I don't know why but I was starting to cry.
A police officer came up to me and asked if this was my name on the envelope, I said yes, and he gave it to me. He said it was a letter to me.
I opened it and read it. It was about how she was lonely until I came along and helped her when those girls were messing with her. She wrote about how she liked it when I walked her home and to school. She said that she felt so happy.
After I read through the rest and got to the end, it said: "I love you." Then I realized I loved her to and then I started crying with all the anger and sadness I had in me….. I regret to this day how I never got to tell her that I love her too and that I wasn't there to help.
I went to the funeral of course and I visit her grave, even to this day and put flowers on her grave. I said that I love her, even though I was too late….. I wish I can just see her one more time.