The end of the line drew near and she saw only his smiling face. She had to escape this earthly hell because she no longer had him. Chloe was lonelier than she had ever been in her entire life. She loved him more than she loved the air she breathed; she loved him even more than she loved to write. Without him, Chloe knew that she was nothing. He brought out all the good things in her but she had to leave. She smiled at the thought of their blossoming romance and Chloe had never been happier.

            Clark knocked on the door and waited, he heard no approaching footsteps so he rang the bell. No one came and he thought that maybe Chloe wasn't home then he scratched that thought from his mind because Chloe never got up before one on Saturdays and Clark smiled at that. After a few minutes of waiting, Clark tried the doorknob and found the door unlocked. He entered Chloe's house like he had a thousand times and called out to her.

            " I love you," she whispered as the cool blades brought her warmth rushing from her body, she didn't even feel the pain. Chloe just saw his face and he was telling that it would be all right; somehow she knew that it would be. Her eyes remained opened but their vision was blurred and her smile never waned.

            Clark opened the door to Chloe's bedroom after knocking a few times. He quickly glanced at the bed that was not slept in and the overall neatness of Chloe's room scared him because Chloe always kept her room in chaos, she said she could find things better that way. Clark's gaze was drawn to the door of Chloe's bathroom, which was slightly ajar. Clark opened the door and he wanted to claw out his eyes so that he would not be able to gaze upon Chloe as she was but the image was burned into his mind's eye. She lay gently collapsed upon the floor with blood shimmering on the tiles behind her. Her face was a mask of serenity; a smile of completion was fixated upon her lips and her eyes glassily looked up at him.

            Chloe didn't see the pain in his eyes as he closed the lids to her cerulean eyes. She never heard the sounds of sirens rushing to her house or the desolate sobs of her father. Chloe didn't see the guilt that was harbored in his eyes as he read the letter that she had penned the day before. She was in heaven with rivers of espresso flowing from mountains of chocolate and Clark was off in the distance and smiling at her. His eyes were shining and full of love. She was in the heaven of her dreams.