I do not own Hey Arnold. All I own is the plot.

Chapter One- The Storm

"Why," you ask through the tears, like great waterfalls, they cascade down
your handsome face. The clouds following suit around you. You fall on your
knees next to my unmoving mortal form. Lifting your hand to rest on my once
warm cheek.

Lifting your face towards the heavens, you whispered, "I love you." Your
voice drowned out by thunder. Too late your words were said, but I heard
them.

"Why," you howl to the sky, then falling upon my chest, sobbing
uncontrollably. Your hand encloses mine, noticing something clutched in
mine. Carefully, you loosen my grip and pull out the half-empty bottle. My
killer. Lightning explodes across the sky. Aspirin overdose.

You lean over and kiss my frozen lips, bringing back the warmth. You open
the bottle, swallowing the remaining pills as the thunder booms. Kissing me
again then encircling my body in your warm embrace. Waiting for the light.