She's gone, there's nothing you can do, she was everything to you and in an instant she just disappeared. Gone, gone – gone. You remember on days long before, when you had just met her, she was just darling. Afraid, scarred and tired – she was oh she tired, sitting in the bar just waiting for you. Her alluring stare brought you over, because anyone with that type of concentration was sure to be fun – she hadn't blink once, she was just staring at you. Moments after you had learned her name, you knew deep within you – that she was perfect and you, you were anything but. It couldn't work, but she was forcing that simple smirk upon your face – and those stupid lines, that made her blush.
You couldn't help yourself, she was simply amazing – and you, you worshiped her. You took her hand, lead her into in to the darkness; she knew was safe because she was with you. You weren't so sure, she talked and you listened and listened some more – her voice like an angel's voice in your ear. You walked her home, a goodnight kiss, soft from angel's lips – you were addicted, you got her number and she walked in, you stumbled away in awe.
You can almost taste the water as it's running down your chin, those memories so sweet to you – you pick up the phone and dial her number. She answers in the same tone she always does, and you are too speechless – but she says she can hear your breathing and she knows your there.
"Riku – you're going to turn into one of those stalkers." she whispers, and you hate it because you're hurting her, and you know you should just hang up the phone. But instead you stand there, listening to her breathing – because you can't talk.
"What's my favorite color?" she asked, just like she always did. Like she was lying next to you in the yard, gazing at the stars just like you used to do.
"White," you whisper – because you're crying and it hurts to talk, because you're croaking.
She paused, refraining from using her usual answer. "Just let it be, okay?" then you hear the dial tone, she's gone again.
You slam the phone against the wall, did she have any idea how hard that is – every time you closed your eyes you saw her. Her perfect blonde hair, careless put up, showing off her blue eyes – laughing, she was always laughing. You didn't understand what you did wrong and she wouldn't tell you, she was just gone.
She didn't want anything to do with you, and that hurt. You stand on your balcony, her face in your mind – pixies dancing in her hair, you figure if she won't have you – what's the point? You wonder it, as you fall – fall, fall down all the way to the ground. Your blood splats on the ground, just like you – but your still alive, and you can't help but play the memories on your head, as they call for the ambulance.
You remember when she used to tell you how pretty red looked on white, you wondered how she feel about red on silver. It was started to get dark, your mind was growing fuzzy – you smirked, knowing the ambulance wouldn't come in time. The last thing you heard before you left, was her scream piercing that night.
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