"You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply.
I'd rather hurt you honestly,
Then mislead you with a lie.
And who am I to judge you on what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you."
I can't stop crying as I sing in a sweet, honeyed voice. I'm playing this on Spencer's old guitar.
"And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide.
I wanna hold you til I die
'Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you til the fear in me subsides"
Why did you stay behind? Why didn't you let me carry you out to a hospital? Damn it, I loved you! We were going to adopt together. You told me you always wanted kids. Why did you die?
"Romance and all it's strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride.
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives.
I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize-fighter
Still trapped within my youth
You were the Champion Beyblader. The world champion beyblader three years running! You were supposed to be stronger then Tala. You should have been able to evade that rock. So, why didn't you?
"And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide.
I wanna hold you til I die
'Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you til the fear in me subsides"
I can sense the rest of my team watching me. I ignore them.
"At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly
At times I understand you
And I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you
And I've watched love pass you by
At times I think..."
My voice begins to falter. I throw down the guitar, causing the wood to splinter in places.
"Ty" I moan, unhappily. I know Tala is is following me as I walk to the bathroom. He sees me look at a razor.
"Kai!" He screams, alerting the rest of the team. I glance at Tala, letting him know I'm not to be angered. I pick up the dark-red razor in a shaky hand and slowly press it to my wrist, dragging it upwards. Two slashes across the top. Repeat on the other arm. As blood pored from the open wound, Tala's arms wrap around me as I begin to fall. I can't feel the pain.
"Brian, call an ambulance! Now!" As Brian dials the number, Ian and Spencer run into the bathroom and place their hands on my shoulders.
I murmur my last words, "'Til death do us part, but not even this can separate us for long. Tyson...I love you." I take my last shuddering breath and fall limp.
Tyson I'm coming. Just wait!