Ella POV:
I can remember it so clearly, that day. Even though I've tried to forget, and ultimately failed. It was your favorite kind of day. Cloudy,
and cool. We were sitting down on a bench. The 2nd one on the left. The one that had roses carved into the stone and wood. You got
down on one knee, and asked me to marry you when we turned 18. I said yes, and you picked me up and swung me around in circles
for what seemed like forever.
And then...
A man came walking up the path. He had bright blond hair, and a black mask over his face. In his hand, he carried a pistol. When you
saw him coming, you turned to me and told me to run. I asked you why, for I did not see the pistol at the time. You said that you knew
him, and that I would have to trust you. Then you kissed me one last time. And I ran. I ran like a coward. I hid behind a tree, and I
peeked around the trunk just in time to hear the shot of the pistol, and the smoke enveloping your body as it fell to the ground with a
thud. I remember the man staring at me, and then he smiled, and walked away, whistling as he went. I ran over to you as fast as I
could, but it was too late. Blood was gushing out of your chest like a waterfall, I took off my jacket and pressed it against the wound to
try and stop the bleeding, but it only resulted in spraying blood all over my face. I screamed for help, but nobody came. I cursed myself
for not bringing my cell phone, but then you rested your hand on my cheek. I can never forget your last words to me.
"Look...in...my..left..pocket...I...love...yo-" You were interuppted by a spray of blood coming out of your throat, and then it was
over. I cried and pounded the ground, cursing the man who did this to you. I finally sat up, my fists bloody and raw from the hard
concrete, and checked your pockets. Inside your left was a note. It said only one sentence. " Do not read the other note in my right
pocket until the time is right." I nicked the other note from your other pocket and placed it in my back pocket. I bowed my head, then
slowly stood up, and walked to the police station over a mile away and told them what happened.
Your funeral was simple. Only close family members and friends. Nobody knew about the engagement. Except for me. I pounded your
coffin with my black gloves, feeling splinters digging into my skin. And I cried. Nobody tried to stop me. Your favorite song was played.
Clarity by Zedd.
After you were buried, I swore never to love anyone ever again. I keep the ring in my back pocket, so you will always be with me where
ever I go. I love you Zansao. Always will.
"Ella?"
Iggy's voice broke me out of my thoughts once again. "You spaced out again." He remarked, leaning over the shoulder of the
passenger seat. I shrugged, and smiled. "Hey Iggy, what does your father do for a living? If you don't mind me asking." I asked. Iggy
tensed the slightest bit. "He builds and manufactures guns, knives, and bombs for the army. He started it not long after my mother
died."
Zansao. I will find who was your murderer. And I know, that Iggy has given me a very valuable piece of information to who it might be.
A/N: I'M BACK! :D:D:D Sorry if it's short, it's like 2:45amish. And I'm tired. Anyway, thanks for 355+ views. Wow. Will update
more tomorrow. Good night guys! (: -Isa