He was my best friend and I was his. We were both different then everyone else. We both were outcasts…hated by everyone. Unloved, lonely and broken hearted. We comforted each other. And slowly I fell in love with him. I couldn't believe it, and when he found out, he couldn't believe it either. He didn't think it was a good idea if we went out, and I half-heartedly agreed with him. Though I still loved him, our friendship wasn't awkward. And day after day I loved him even more than the day before.
Then we died. Different days and ways though. He died first. He got ran over by a drunk driver. I was devastated. And that's why I died. I shot myself in the head. I couldn't, I wouldn't live with him. He was my life. We found each other again in the Underworld. He asked me how I'd died. I told I shot myself because I couldn't live with him. He just called me insane. I said I was just lovestruck.
Then I told him," I love you with all my heart. I loved you when we met, I loved you every day after that. I died because I loved you. Now I'm dead, but my love for you is undying and distinguishable.
I love you Forever and Always.
This story is dedicated to my best friend, because my love for him is undying. So what'd ya think? Please review.
~Death of a Rainbow.