Author's Note: This is what would have happened if Amber and Adam NEVER reunited and she had truly died. I'm sorry if I cause you to tears... but, I thought it would be a good one-shot to show you. Enjoy.
A young Caucasian-Asian man was on his knees in front of a grave during a sunny wonderful day in Angel Grove, holding white roses in his hands, his eyes were lifeless and red, tears were stained upon his cheeks, "…" he said nothing, nothing came from his lips, and he did not dare to say a word.
He touched the tombstone's carvings, placing his finger over it, tracing the name that was there, sniffling a bit, tears falling down his cheeks.
It had been ten years since this beloved person died, this person that made this one man's heart and life sore through the sky like a wishing star.
He slowly placed the flowers down at the grave, in front of it, wishing he could have done something to stop their death, wanting so badly to make up for his sin of killing his own angel. He blamed himself for the death of this person more so than anyone could imagine…
He reached inside of his pocket and pulled out a poison vile, something he found on the ground and knew of the mystic energy that flowed within, because it had the same source as the source that killed his beloved angel.
Ten years earlier, he was standing in front of his beloved's very grave, his hands in his pockets as he stared down at it before hearing an evil laugh behind, a familiar evil woman laugh that is…
His eyes widen and turned around, seeing Rita Repulsa, "What do you want!?" he held his fists up.
Rita held the staff tight, laughing as her shoulders shook, "Oh pipe down, Black Ranger. I just gave to give you this," she threw a vile to him.
He caught it, looking at it before looking at Rita, "What's this for?"
"A little gift for helping me end your beloved's life," she laughed.
He squinted his eyes, "What do you mean?"
Rita laughed, "Do you think she 'automatically' started to die in your arms for no reason?"
His eyes widen, "No... You mean..." he lowered his head, looking at the vile before turning to his beloved's gravestone.
"Yes, you caused her to die with the Kiss of Death..." she laughed, shoulders shook, "And that vile is for you to see her again. I hope you enjoy, Black Ranger…" she disappeared.
He stood there, looking at the grave; tears falling down his face, "I killed her…" the guilt consumed him from then on until he could no live without her.
He looked at the gravestone, "We will be together again…" a tear fell down his cheek, holding the vile in his shaking hand, "Safe… now… I shall be, with you…" he slowly opened it as it made a pop sound as it was opened.
"See you soon, my angel," he placed the vile to his lips and drank it quickly but swiftly, as it went down his throat, he began to quickly feel the effects…
He held his chest, coughing and wheezing for air, placing his hand on the tombstone, "Such a quick swift death…" he whispered and began to slowly lay in front of her grave, placing his hand on the name before it slowly dragged down, falling onto the roses, "I love you…" his eyes closed and his heart… stopped beating.
The tale that was told was about a man who could not keep living life without his one true love, the love that made him live, made him sore and fly…
His name was Adam Park and her name, was… Amber Oliver.
