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As soon as I heard the news....I, I just couldn't believe it. Why? I thought she loved me! WHY WOULD SHE DO THIS TO ME? Bang! My fist hit the cold wall. What if this isn't true? I bet Mark was just lied to me. I bet he is jealous. I bet they're ALL jealous! All I know is, I have to find out for myself. I started to run.
I didn't know what I was going to do when I got there, but I had to do something. I ran. So fast, every step I heard her heart beat. I listened closely. I needed her. I kept running. Out of the corner of my eye I would see her, but when I went to look she would disappear. The wind would brush against my ear and I swear I heard her voice calling my name. I felt I hard object hit my feet and with a loud thump I hit the sidewalk.
"Roger! Roger" She shouted as she waved. I knew exactly where she was. I had been watching her cheer me on the whole concert. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I slowly walked towards her, arms open, to welcome her into them. I held her close. I sniffed her exotic perfume. She looked up at me and I combed my fingers through her hair. Then we kissed gently. Her soft lips made me tingle every time it touch mine. I would rub her cheek with my hands. She would smile and put her head on my shoulder...
I opened my eyes and realized I was laying on the ground.
"Ouch!" I moaned aloud as I felt bump on the back of my head. I slowly got to my feet and remembered why I got there. April. Through the pain, I keep running.
"Look at this!" She giggled at an old picture of me. I smiled, like I always do when she laughs. I walked over to her and glanced at the photo her hands. "You like that?" I teased. She laughed again, which made me smiled even more. "Oh yes, you look very sexy." She joked. I laughed because I had a terrible hair-cut and braces in the photo. I looked like a geek. She put her arm around my waist. I pulled her in closer. This was the woman I would marry.
I shook the memory from my brain and kept running, I finally got to her apartment building and started up the stairs.
"Happy Valentines Day Roggie!" She exclaimed as she entered my loft. I laughed. "I love you April." I said as we hugged. "I love you more." She replied. I smiled. "I bought you some flowers, their your favorite." I released her and reached over the table to get her the vase of roses I had delivered. "Aww, baby. How'd you know I loved roses?" I shrugged even though we both knew that she had laid a hint yesterday. "I also got you something else." Her eyes opened wide with joy. "Really? Oh my gosh I wanna see!" I knelt down on one foot. She covered her hands over her mouth with happiness. "This. April, will you marry me?" She looked at me. "Yes, Roger. I love you with all my heart." And she took my hand and pulled me to my feet. We wrapped our arms around each other, our lips touched. I thought I would never let go...
I came to a stop when I reached her room. I was out of breath but I didn't stop to let myself catch it.
"April! APRIL!" I yelled as I banged on the door. No answer.
What news could she possibly have at the hospital? I was very worried as I entered the building. What if she was... oh no. I needed to talk to her! I walked quickly to the receptionist.
"April Howard." I said.
"Room 309, go up the stairs to your right." She mumbled and didn't look up the whole time. I just nodded and ran. I dodged nurses, dead bodies, and doctors on my way up.
When I reached 306 the door was open a crack and I heard crying. Familiar crying. April's crying. I walked in to see her face buried in her legs.
"April, what's wrong?" I asked.
She looked up with a face full of concern. She pointed to a beige sheet of paper next to her.
I grabbed the sheet of paper –desperate to find out the reason-- and opened it. It said: HIV positive...
BANG! My foot hit the door at what seemed 90 miles and hour, knocking it down.
"April!!" I called again. "APRIL!!"
I looked carefully around every room. The bathroom, the bedroom, the living room. Until I got to her kitchen.
"Are you mad at me?" She chocked up. She looked up, her eyes full of tears, drops rolling down her cheeks.
"No baby you're going to be alright, I'll take care of you. I promise. We will get married and it won't affect us at all." I tried to convince her—mainly myself.
"You don't get it!" She brawled.
I began to cry too. "What don't I get?" I asked.
"I gave it to you too."
In the kitchen, the first thing I saw was a knife on the ground. A red liquid was on it. It wasn't until I saw her that I knew what it was. Blood.