a/n: please don't hate me.
He arrived at the park at 6:15. He wanted to be there, to allow himself some time to calm down. If she came to him that night it
would mean that she loved him again. He prayed that she would choose him. An old man was walking in the park. He looked into the
young boys brown eyes. He recognized the look. It was one that said that the young man was about to do something, or something
was going to happen which would alter his life. He walked on. It was true, the events of this night would be life altering. If she came
to him, he wanted to spend the rest of his life to her. If she didn't choose him though....he couldn't bear the thought. He got up and
paced around the park. He couldn't take that either. He sat down and pulled out a book. It calmed him down. He looked at his watch
again. It was six twenty five. Thirty five more minutes and his life would change, for better or worse.
He got the coffee shop at six twenty. He sat down and ordered a large cappuccino. He was nervous and scared, an old man sitting at
a table near by recognized the look on his face. He was waiting for a girl, a special girl no doubt. He tapped his foot. He prayed she
wold come to him. He pulled a velvet box out of his pocket. If she did come to him, if she loved him, he wanted to be with her for
the rest of his life. Being away form her had been hell and he never wanted that to go back. He couldn't imagine what he might do if
she didn't come to him. he feared what he might become again, and shuddered at the thought. His coffee arrived, he looked at his
watch, it was six thirty. Half an hour would decide his destiny.
She looked in the mirror. She fixed a stray strand of hair. She walked outside and stood on the sidewalk. She still had no idea what
to do. Since she had got home that afternoon, he had thought and thought and re-read every list she had ever made in concern to this
decision. She had sat for half an hour listening to her heart, but it still didn't speak. All she knew was that she loved them both. To
choose one would mean giving up the other. She would hurt one of them this night and the thought scared her to the core. She put her
hands on her head, closed her eyes, titled her head to the sky and took a deep breath. She heard two men yelling loudly a few metres
away, but her mind was so preoccupied she barley took note of it. She began to walk, and stepped off of the curb.
It was 7:25, she hadn't come. He got up from the park bench, a sad defeated look on his face. He began his walk home. He would
have to pass the coffee shop, he would probably have to see her with him.
It was 7:25 and she hadn't come. He sighed, the sigh of a man who had just lost everything. He walked outside and headed home. He
realized he would have to pass the park, would probably see her with him.
There were cops everywhere. An ambulance could be heard in the distance. A crowd had formed in a circle, the police trying to keep everyone away. Two young men coming from opposite directions came to take a look at the crowd. There was broken glass all around and a car a few metres away. Both young men suddenly felt sick. They both pushed there way through the crowd, had to see who was lying there. The got to the front and both screamed. They fought thier way through the cops and ran to her. She was badly wounded. There was blood all over her and bits of glass on her face and close. They both grabbed for a hand, the cops tried to pull them off. She opened her eyes
"wait," she said weakly, "It's okay, their friends."
The cop saw the look on both their faces, he called the other cops away.
Both men were openly crying, both saying it was their fault. Over and over they repeated it.
"Shhhh," she said. Both looked into her eyes. They were still as beautiful as ever. She looked one in the eyes, then the other. she looked up, beyond them and smiled faintly.
"Goodbye." she drew her last breath. Both men stared in horror. She was gone.
The two men watched as the ambulance drive away. It had come to late. She was gone. Neither would ever see her again. Their eyes met. They shared an unspoken bond of love and loss. They broke their gaze. They both went their separate ways. Each one was forever changed. From that night on their was a look in their eye, and only one who had lost the love of their life could ever understand. They never spoke of her again. Each one took a deep breath and walked, alone, into the night.
