I can't believe he's gone. Right now at my boyfriends grave. His name Ken Ichijouji and we were having a perfect evening when he was killed.

(Flashback)

I can't believe he actually asked me out. My name is Miyako and I am getting ready to go out with my boyfriend of three months. We are going to the expensive restaurant called 'Three Guys Restaurant' on Washington Street. I am going to wear my short black spaghetti-strap dress accompanied by a pair of black high heel shoes. With a dab of black lipstick and some mascara. He comes by the house in his Dodge Viper and I get into the car. When we are seated the waiter brings us our menus. I choose a small salad while he chooses a dish of chicken ptarmigan. We had a quiet dinner and everything was going great and when we left we drove to the park and decided to take a walk. Then I stared deeply into his eyes and I leaned up while he leaned down and we kissed under the stars. When we were on our way back to the car my shoe fell off so when I bent down to pick it up; that's when I noticed the semi coming at me. I couldn't move I was to the spot and at the last second I felt myself being pushed out of the way by someone. The last thing I saw was Ken laying face-down on the ground that's when everything went dark.

(Present)

When I woke up they told me he had died. That is why I'm standing in front of grave. I put down my bouquet of flowers and left. The only guilt I have now is that I never got the chance to say goodbye.

THE END