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He bent down on the grass in front of the gravestone and read her name over and over again. Gabriella, Gabriella, Gabriella. That one word that represented so many emotions: happiness, individuality, intelligence, and most importantly love. Yes, he had loved her more than anything. Troy thought that it would be impossible to feel this way at such a young age but how could he stop this feeling? He simply couldn't and he didn't want to either.

He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and in it was a poem. A poem for her that he had written after her death.

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay

(A/N POEM IS REALLY WRITTEN BY ROBERT FROST AND FEATURED IN THE BOOK, THE OUTSIDERS)

Nothing gold can stay. What a depressing thought. It meant that nothing good can last forever. But why? Why does it have to be that way? Why can't the good and the beauty stay? Troy asked himself.

He gently placed it below the red rose.

"Ah!" he said realizing that he had been pricked by one of the many thorns on the rose. He held his finger to his lips and pressed his warm tongue against it in order to calm the pain and clean the cut. Then he cried. Not because of the blood oozing from his finger but because Gabriella would never see his rose, the one with which he would've asked her to be his girlfriend.

The wind blew again. His hair slapped his face but he didn't care for that was nothing compared to the pain he felt inside. Troy closed his eyes and spoke to her.

Gabriella, it's Troy. I came to see you again and to leave you this poem. If I could, I'd come here everyday just to think about you. I feel like it's all my fault. I'm so sorry, Gabriella. You shouldn't have died. I love you so much.

"Don't cry," he heard a whisper from behind him. Troy turned around and squinted his eyes to see who had made that noise. Then it came to him; it was her. But it couldn't be. Gabriella's dead body lied a few feet below where he stood. Maybe he had imagined it.

His phone rang. That noise yet another time. Troy quickly rummaged through his pockets to find it. He had to hurry before it rang another terrible ring again. He picked up; it was his dad calling him back to the car. Troy simply hung up and took slow and careless steps towards the vehicle.

Nothing gold can stay. But what if Gabriella was more than gold? Then, could she stay?

Troy turned once more to see the now distant grave. He saw something. Someone was sitting at the grave. How strange; he hadn't heard any footsteps or noises.

"Troy!" Mr. Bolton said. Troy looked at him and then turned back. The person was gone. Without taking his eyes, off of the grave, he got into the car and drove down the forlorn road. Who could that have been?

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