Hi! This is my first fanfiction. I'm sorry for any grammar of spell mistakes, I try my best to fix them. I know it's short, but it was written to be that way. Reviews are very much appreciated. Enjoy!

I had trouble breathing. She was gone! She had been everything to me. And you know what? I never gave it a second thought. She had given me love, care, and

everything else I ever could have needed. And I gave her nothing. Not one tiny little thing. All the times we fought, the seem like wars now: a pointless wast of life. I

wished I could take back every unkind word, every mean gesture, everything I had ever done to hurt her. I would give up everything I had just to see her more time. To

say I'm sorry. To hug her one last time. After that, You could drag me to hell and make me your slave for all time. It would be a small price to pay for seeing her. Funny,

how you would give up everything for just little of what you used to have more than enough of. Funny, how you die with your loved ones, yet your life goes on just the

same. Death is a funny thing. It take you, and a part of everything and everyone you know with it. Yet, life goes on.

Everyone thinks that life is the opposite of death. But it's not. I'm not dead, but I'm not really living.

Because she is gone.