David Gordan lay in disbelief on his tear-soaked bed. He couldn't believe it was over. He and Lizzie had just broke up.
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"I love you Lizzie."
"Thanks, Gordo."
"Thanks? That wasn't exactly the response I was looking for."
"Gordo, I told you. I know that I like you. I just don't know if I love you.
"Lizzie, if you don't feel the same way I do, just tell me. I can't take it anymore!"
"Gordo, I still just don't know! I need some time to figure it out."
"Well, then maybe we shouldn't be together anymore..."
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"Why doesn't she love me? What's wrong with me?" he thought to himself. "No, it's her! She's the one with the problem! She'll regret it someday!" his brain started to say. "Then why does it hurt so much?"
He looked out his window. In each star, he saw a memory: the two of them in Rome, holding hands, touching knees while they did homework, the sound of her laughter, being her tissue when she cried...
It hurt too much to think about her. He wanted it all to go away. He still remembered the night he told her how he felt about her...
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"I can do it, I can do it," he assured himself.
He saw her from across the room. Ethan, her date to the dance, whispered something in her ear, and walked off. Lizzie lingered a second, then began to follow.
"It's now or never," he told himself. "Lizzie..."
"Yeah, Gordo?"
Without thinking, he kissed her, and for once, he felt whole.
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He remembered everything about that night: the music, her eyes, the scent of her perfume.
At the thought of this evening, a single tear shed down his cheek.
"I wish I never would have kissed Lizzie that night."
He heard a loud noise at outside. The Earth began to shake. Gordo looked out the window at a bright light that appeared to be coming his way.
It got closer, and closer, and closer, until he saw that it was angel.
"I must be dreaming."
"This is no dream, Mr. Gordon," said the frosty white angel. "I'm here to show you what life would be like if you hadn't kissed Lizzie that night."