Rain pouring down. Thunder rumbling in the background. And I stand alone in the midst of it all.
The last of the people had left some time ago but I just couldn't leave. I couldn't leave this place. Or her.
Couldn't there have been something done to save her? To keep her here with me?
I know she was a fighter. She never would've left without putting up a fight.
The doctors must have done something to cause her to leave.
She was the best person I had ever met. So happy and full of joy. Smart, creative, different.
Every person who met her fell in love with her.
I fell in love more than anyone.
I met her in my second year of highschool.
Ally Dawson was the girl that I knew I would marry.
She denied it. Saying she has no plans to ever love someone beyond friendship.
I tried everything I could to persuade her to change her mind. To get her to go out on a date with me.
She finally concented. We dated all through the rest of our highschool years. During that time Ally told me that she had had cancer when we first met but she beat it. That's why she finally said yes to me. Ally also helped me become a famous singer. She wrote all my songs and I continued to be famous after we graduated highschool.
We both went to M.U.N.Y. and graduate top of our class.
She was valevictorian. When she finished her speech, I ran up on stage, got down on one knee and asked her to marry me.
"Yes!" Was all she could say. The crowd went wild and the paparazzi there to cover my graduation started to have a field day.
We got married not even a year later with many friends, family and paparazzi.
On our one year anniversary she told me she was pregnant.
I immediately ran outside and yelled it to the world. Unfortunately, the paparazzi camped outside heard it all.
That was just two months ago.
Two weeks ago, Ally went shopping for my birthday while I was at the recording studio.
On her way out, a car came speeding towards her.
When I arrived at the hospital, the doctors told me she had lost the baby and that she also might not survive.
She died a week after the accident while she and I slept side by side.
I woke up that morning to the sound of her heart monitors steady buzz. I knew that she had left this world. That she had left me.
Some time has gone by since Ally died. I don't sing much anymore.
Reporters keep knocking on my door but when I don't answer, they only say 'Sorry Mr. Moon.'
Friends try to help me. They're afraid I'll kill myself. I won't but without Ally, there is no point in living.
At times I find myself at her grave. Imagining her standing next to me, holding my hand with our child in my arm.
I mourn the life I lost. The family I lost.
Though I will never see her again; there is one thing I learned from all of this: Love never dies.