Disclaimer: I own NOT Hey Arnold! But I love the football-headed boy, so I write fanfics about him and his pals!
This is a little sad, or maybe too sad. Anyways, enjoy (if you like sad stuff) and review!
DEATH IS AT THE DOOR SHORT STORIES
Deadly to be loved
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen, puffed after the long hours she had been crying. She straightened her back dress and tied her silky auburn hair in a ponytail. Lila was in no mood to do a fancy hairstyle. She didn't wear any make up either. A sad sigh inadvertently escaped her mouth, making her face her reflection again. Tears were streaming from her eyes. She was crying again, this time for herself.
Lila had been in love five times, and five times it had been snatched from her hands by the cold fingers of death. Arnie had had a car accident; Lewis had died in Iraq; Johnny had been shot by his dad; Stinky had been bitten by a venomous snake while in Australia, and the late Roger broke his neck riding a bull. All of them lied cold, existed no more. All but one. Lila laughed as more tears rolled down her cheeks. All but Arnold. Lila smiled. Leaving him to Helga had been the best decision of her life; otherwise, he may be lying six feet under, killed by one of life´s jokes on her. She wiped her tears, and left the room.
"Love will knock my door again, I´m ever so certain of that." She whispered as she closed the door of her room.