Midnight



I went back to Lizzie's house. She was asleep but she didn't look as peaceful as usual. Her face didn't have the usual glow. Her smile was non existent.

I couldn't stare at my lovely blond and dream of her dreaming of me. I couldn't stare and be at peace knowing that she was at peace. Because she was not her usual happy self. She was sad and upset. Her best friend just killed herself and it was mostly my fault. And, besides that point, I had just confessed my love for her.

All of this in just a matter or hours. All of this because of my love for Lizzie. I was wrong. Self-centered for thinking of myself before Miranda or even Lizzie. But it didn't even matter anymore. Miranda was gone. Lizzie hated me.

In my mind, it seemed like a good enough reason to try to get over Lizzie but it wasn't that easy. I thought that now it would be okay to try and love someone else because it had become aware that Lizzie obviously didn't like me. Or so I thought.



Ethan Craft had canceled his summer beach party. He was friends with Miranda, in one way or another and I guess he knew that it was too uncomfortable to have a party now. Tons of kids from our school went to her funeral. Lizzie was sitting up front with the Sanchez's. I wanted to sit with them but I felt like it would be wrong so I sat a few rows behind them.

I stared at Lizzie there just like I stared at her at night. She still looked beautiful but sad. Tears still fell from her eyes and I knew they probably wouldn't stop for a while. All of these crazy things happening around her would make anyone go crazy but Lizzie held her head up and looked like a strong young female.

Even through all of the things that happened, the Sanchez's still asked me to say something at the wedding. So, when it was my time, I went up there and made my speech.

"Miranda. She was and always will be one of my best friends. We were so close, closer than I could have ever imagined. I could tell her almost everything and vice versa. We shared secrets and just had a good time with each other. I had always thought of Miranda as a happy person. I thought that, because we were so close, she would tell me if she was depressed. Apparently, I was wrong. Minutes before Miranda took her own life, I knew something bad would happen. We kinda had this bond in where we knew if one or the other was in danger. I was at Lizzie's house and I knew that I had to leave. Something told me to go besides the fact that Miranda showed up late for a planned get together between her, Lizzie and me. But,

I was too late. And soon after that happened, I wondered if we were really as close as I thought we were. I guess that really doesn't matter now. What I remember most about Miranda is her passionate personality. Anything she did, she did with a purpose and that is what I truly loved about her. She believed in everything she did and never regretted the things she did. She had this spark, this love, that could never be defeated and I truly regret the fact that I couldn't appreciate that till after she was gone. But, life goes on. And I know that Miranda would have wanted all of us to live and be free."

I stepped off of the podium. It was hard to say all of that about Miranda but I knew I had to. I had to express my feelings about Miranda even though I was not passionately in love with her like I am with Lizzie. As I walked down, I saw Lizzie staring at me. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for friendship. Maybe love.