Another day went past and it was just as uneventful as the one before. I
did nothing, said nothing, and in the process became closer to nothing.
I've felt like nothing since you left me. You left me with your cruel
betrayal and the torments and unfulfilled promises that continue to tear my
soul into tiny pieces of nothing.
Why did you go? I know you didn't have a choice, but why couldn't you just
stop loving me and make it easy? You had to give me your heart to keep, and
take mine and fill it with your love, as I did yours. I trusted you with
the truth, I TOLD you I didn't sleep with Kyle, Kyle told you too, you
believed and things were almost the same as before. You loved me and I
loved you. We had each other. We said we always would. But now I don't have
you, no one does.
The world has been deprived of your beautiful smile, your honest laugh and your quirky wit. They'll never know who you are and what you meant. What you meant to me. What you still mean to me and always will. All the times I've revisited in my mind that day. That fateful and hate filled day. The day you ran to save Isabelle, you ran from my arms into theirs. Into the arms of the enemies.
So much for innocence. I gave you mine. I could've been alive tomorrow, with you. Me in your arms and you in yours. I'm not saying this is your fault, but please see that if you hadn't done what you did, you in all your protective and noble splendour, there could've been another way.
But what's done is done, and now that you're in your own private heaven, I'm going to tell you right now. Max I love you, I always have, I never will stop. Even in death I'll love you, my heart was never really in me, your's was, mine was in you.
I'd never had tried to take it back, everything I said I meant and the only thing I'd do differently now is to have stopped you from rushing to do what you thought you must. Isabelle regrets every day that she wasn't with you. When the skins pretended to be her. Had the message sent to you that she was in danger.
Now you're dead Max, and I soon will be too. I can't live without you, so I'll die without you, and hopefully be with you in death. My love will keep on living, even if I don't.
Love is forever. Always and forever.
With the closing sentence Liz Parker kissed the letter and buried it on Max's grave. Then slowly traced the letters of his name engraved so regally in the head stone.
"Goodbye. yet the most sincere and perfect hello Max."
She then walked away and died completely inside. When she got home the sleeping pills were downed quite easily followed by the vodka, that seared her throat with such pure evil fire that she almost threw up her entire insides. But she kept it down and laid down on her bed as the dizziness overtook her.
The blackness didn't take long to follow and she actually heard her own heart stop. The first time in months that the pain residing in her veins subsided and she felt herself swept up into the gentle hand of death. Liz awoke disorientated and sombre. The brightness of the light around her was a stark contrast to the blackness she had been enveloped in for what seemed like forever.
A gentle hand pressed her shoulder lightly and she turned immediately, knowing deep inside her who it was.
"Max." she whispered lightly, as their true destiny was unfolded.
The world has been deprived of your beautiful smile, your honest laugh and your quirky wit. They'll never know who you are and what you meant. What you meant to me. What you still mean to me and always will. All the times I've revisited in my mind that day. That fateful and hate filled day. The day you ran to save Isabelle, you ran from my arms into theirs. Into the arms of the enemies.
So much for innocence. I gave you mine. I could've been alive tomorrow, with you. Me in your arms and you in yours. I'm not saying this is your fault, but please see that if you hadn't done what you did, you in all your protective and noble splendour, there could've been another way.
But what's done is done, and now that you're in your own private heaven, I'm going to tell you right now. Max I love you, I always have, I never will stop. Even in death I'll love you, my heart was never really in me, your's was, mine was in you.
I'd never had tried to take it back, everything I said I meant and the only thing I'd do differently now is to have stopped you from rushing to do what you thought you must. Isabelle regrets every day that she wasn't with you. When the skins pretended to be her. Had the message sent to you that she was in danger.
Now you're dead Max, and I soon will be too. I can't live without you, so I'll die without you, and hopefully be with you in death. My love will keep on living, even if I don't.
Love is forever. Always and forever.
With the closing sentence Liz Parker kissed the letter and buried it on Max's grave. Then slowly traced the letters of his name engraved so regally in the head stone.
"Goodbye. yet the most sincere and perfect hello Max."
She then walked away and died completely inside. When she got home the sleeping pills were downed quite easily followed by the vodka, that seared her throat with such pure evil fire that she almost threw up her entire insides. But she kept it down and laid down on her bed as the dizziness overtook her.
The blackness didn't take long to follow and she actually heard her own heart stop. The first time in months that the pain residing in her veins subsided and she felt herself swept up into the gentle hand of death. Liz awoke disorientated and sombre. The brightness of the light around her was a stark contrast to the blackness she had been enveloped in for what seemed like forever.
A gentle hand pressed her shoulder lightly and she turned immediately, knowing deep inside her who it was.
"Max." she whispered lightly, as their true destiny was unfolded.
