Its 9:27 in the morning and she's dead. The clocks are still ticking, people are still ignorant, and I still love her. Nobody cares about her or her death. Their lives go on, never truly stopping (NOT EVEN FOR A MINUTE). It's cold outside and I'm numb. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to run to her and tell her that I love her. It wasn't in the plan for her to swerve out of control on a rainy Seattle day. In the back of my mind only one thing is certain (She won't ever know). And it's not fair that everyone else gets to fall in love and be happy. Why not me? Why not us? It's 9:30 in the morning and it's been hours since she died and I'm frozen still.
The girl with the light wasn't supposed to get wrapped around a tree. She was supposed to get her happy ending. I wasn't her prince charming but I would've loved her. . Life isn't supposed to be like this. She wasn't supposed to get that close to love and have it ripped away from her tiny grasp. This isn't how it's supposed to go. We're Freddie and Sam. We are fire and water, and every destructible thing mixed together. We could've been something great but now all we are shoulda, woulda, coulda's. This isn't how it goes in the movies but nothing of ours could be put in a movie. We were too real, too gritty, too much for the human movie goers psyche to handle. So we'll be a story that grandparents tell the children about the pretty blonde girl and the tech boy, it won't be one of the happy Cinderella stories. There was no glass slipper, no ugly step sisters, and no prince charming.
We would've been better than Cinderella and her stupid prince charming but its 10:00 in the morning and she's dead. Nobody cares. Nobody cares except me. And I don't matter. I'm just a stupid nerd who fixes computers and was too afraid to tell her that I loved her before it was too late (But it's always too tale with me). That's how life goes(or at least how mine does).