AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Had to write another story for Gwen- I just had to. Like it, love it, hate it… your choice.
STANDARD DISCLAIMER:
I own crap.
Gwen's POV:
Forlorn and miserable, I perched myself down on the rooftop; my intense gaze never leaving the vibrant, mystical colors of the sunset.
I sighed, my eyes threatening to spill tears as it all came back to me in a pained blur.
Kevin and I used to watch sunsets together; just the two of us, his strong, muscled arms wrapped around me as I gently rested my head on his shoulder.
I shivered violently; partially from the cold, partially from the torment of remembering.
I needed him so much now.
Now, I had no one to wrap their arms around me, no one shielding me from the frigid blusters of wind that ripped and clawed at my skin. But it was no pain that I couldn't handle. It could never compete with the burning affliction that was bore to my heart with every time that I even thought Kevin's name.
For weeks I had stayed up at night, crying and sobbing and screaming until my lungs could make no more sound. Losing Kevin was like an illness; it made me crazy beyond return and punished my heart and mind with insufferable agony.
Sleep was out of the question. There was no possible way to escape the endless thoughts, memories, and pictures of Kevin that flooded my mind; never ceasing their cruel tormenting. Even worse, there were some dreams that I would have of Kevin that would seem so realistic that I could touch him, and mere moments later, I would wake to find that he wasn't there and never would be there again.
He was gone.
When Kevin had been ripped from my life, it was like part of my soul had been torn from my chest and shredded to miniscule fragments.
And it was all inescapable. I wasn't dreaming, and there was no avoiding it.
The aggravation would still always come; injecting my heart with excruciating anguish and crushing and decimating any happy thought or memory I had ever experienced.
A lone, silent tear trickled slowly down my cheek and plummeted to its death on the far-away ground below.
Kevin hadn't been like other guys; he had been special. He had loved me, cared for me, laughed with me, and spent every spare second he had with me.
He was the one who waited for me in the parking lot after school every day, who helped me in battle, who looked after me when I was sick, who kissed me goodnight every night and never forgot to.
Kevin saw me in a different light than everyone else; he saw me for who I was. He knew me; inside and out, and fully, truely and deeply loved me.
As a famous law of relationships, every girl knows the following:
When a guy calls you sexy, he's looking at your clothes.
When a guy calls you hot, he's looking at your body.
When a guy calls you pretty, he's looking at your face.
When a guy call you cute, he thinks you're fragile and precious.
But when a guy calls you beautiful, he's looking at your heart.
And that's why I cried the first time Kevin Levin called me beautiful.
Not sad tears; but happy, elated ones. Because I fully knew that he had really loved me; our love was real, special, perfect... beautiful.
Beautiful.
That single, significant word was exactly what Kevin was, himself. And in my heart, I knew that he would always would be that way to me- no matter what, and forevermore.
AUTHOR'S NOTE ENDING:
Okay, so that's that. Hope you all enjoyed it- please review if you did, THAT WOULD BE AMAZING. Peace!