As we slowly walked back to the car we talked about what happened today and when we made it to the parking lot we started walking towards our car we parked near the exit and I noticed a car driving by slower than necessary.
I watched as the man drove by, thinking nothing of him until the barrel of a gun pointed out the window and straight at the love of my life. It fired and hit him before I could react. "Cheshire!" my voice was so pained it hurt as I ran to where his body lay on the pavement. He was still alive, for now. He touched the wound and lifted the hand into his vision, watching as the crimson dripped down from his fingertips and onto his face. My eyes locked with his and he placed his bloody hand onto my cheek. "Nero." his voice was so faint that it made my heart ache so much that it was physically painful. "I've loved you since the third grade, Nero."
"I love you too, Cheshire." I watched as the light faded from his eyes and his life drained from his body. Panic started to settle in. "Chesh! CHESH. DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! PLEASE!" It was too late. He was gone. The boy I had been best friends with, lovers with, and sometimes enemies with was gone and I would never get him back. Tears rolled down my face, mixing with his blood. The ambulance showed up and tried to take him from me, but I told them it was too late. Two weeks later the funeral was held and everyone he knew was there and they were silent as Julie our friend sung the national anthem. At one point I heard him tell her he wanted someone to sing it at his funeral since that's what he first heard at every football game and that's what made him play harder. His mother, father, his brother and me we were the only ones crying at one point it was to much to stand and I fell to my knees and put my head in my hands. Why?! Why couldn't I have been the one shot or at least gone with him?
The next few months were hard and they never found the bastard that shot him, but the problem everyone was worried about was me. They told me I still acted like it happened yesterday and that it wasn't healthy thinking about it. After school I went to his grave and sat down in front of it.
"I-I miss you so much Chesh. I hate it here without you! They haven't even caught your murderer...I don't think they care about catching him." I sobbed and wiped the tears away. "God you must think I'm retarded that I come here everyday just to sit and talk to nothing. But I can't help it, when I'm not here the feelings go numb and I hate feeling that way! No matter how many hugs or help I get it's always like that nothing helps it! I'm just a shell Chesh and I'm not getting better and I don't want to I want to be with you, I love you Chesh I still do!" I sobbed even louder and opened my bag to the pistol I had in there and pulled it out and put it to my head. "I love you Chesh. I've loved you since the third grade." My last words before I pulled the trigger and the last things I saw was a feather floating in the air and my love's hand reaching for mine. I was finally whole again me and my love were together and It made my problems on earth seem like ants compared to his love that embraced me.