A/N: So I'm really not supposed to add on a story above all the other stories that I had added on my other accounts but still, with my overflowing dark imagination, I just have to post this one. Anyway, This would just be a short story, maybe around 8-10 Chapters? More if I'm inspired enough but till then, I will just put it as that. As for the others stories, the next chapters were actually done but still I need to made some changes to it a lil. Still, I will update those and this one soon too. So Please do review, favorite and/or alert.

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine! (though will not be mentioned yet in this chapter) Only this Fanfiction is mine.

Plot is mine but this chapter that filled with fight and angst are inspired by a Korean song "Shouting Out to Memory by Jang Woo Hyuk ft. Jo Hyun Ah". Go search it in Youtube with subs. Promise you that the song is meaningful. Well, for me it is. Anyway, thanks in advance for reading! Enjoy! ^-^

Chapter 1 The Day When It All Happen

The night before she was gone, I remembered we had another fight. It seems like any other fight we would usually have. There were screaming and shouting, any things that we could get a hold on to was thrown about, curses spilling out from each other mouths, anger and pain were both clear in both of our eyes and it seems like we were going through our 'normal' lovers fight routine.

It was always like this for us. The two years since we had started going out with each other, it was frequent for both of us to fight. We both had our differences and that's why we fought but when we had finally settled down, we would also realize we had a lot of similarities too in a way. Every time we fought, words of separation would always be brought up. She said it was too painful for her to carry on with this relationship. She said both of us were never meant to be but still, I refuse to give her up. I love her. I love her more than any of you can imagine. I love her too much that sometimes it hurts. I would never want to let her go. She was mine. She would still be mine, if she hadn't went off and foolishly took her own life.

I never saw it coming. Like I had said, it seems like any other fight that we had, so I never really put much thought about it when I went home that night after the fight. Sure, the fight didn't really go well with me slamming shut her front door wordlessly when I left her on the floor heaving and panting in anger but like every other fight it would always end up that way but then in the near future, we would also end up in front of one or the other pleading to be back together again. Then again, it wasn't just any other fight because she never came back. She took her own life and I never had the chance to plead her to come back. She was just suddenly gone without me knowing the full reason why. She had just gone without telling me the whole reason why.

Maybe she had told me on that fateful night before. Maybe she really had but I was just too caught up by my own anger that I didn't even bother to hear what she had to say. All I could remember was both of us screaming and shouting but the words were all but coherent. The things surrounded us were left broken and there's anger and tears in her eyes while I had often let out exasperated sighs. All seemed 'normal' in our fight that day. So why..?

Wait a minute, tears? There were tears in her eyes! While we had fought numerous times before, never once had she spilled her tears when we fought. She was a strong girl. Also too egoistic and proud to cry in front of me so why had she cried? What had I said to make her cry out like that? What were she saying until she was crying like that? But the most important question was, why had I leave her alone crying, knowing I never had seen her so broken like that?

Now that I'm standing in front of her for the very last time, covered all in pure black while she was dressed in smoggy white, I started to think about the past, our past; still, all I could only remember was both of us shouting and screaming to each other to no end.

I don't really understand why she had taken her own life but one thing is clear that it was all because of me. I'm her cause of death. I drove her to it and to repent for the sin that I had caused her to do, I swore to myself that I could never fall in love again. Since all her life I was the only one for her, it's only right for me to only have her for all of my life too, for she is my one and only true love.