Afterwards
3. Trent's POV – You Were Never Mine...
I stand in the hall by Kira's room.
How could someone hit that sweet song singing angel?
Everyone knows the whole I hate Conner and Conner hates me, because we both are madly in love with her... and we probably always will be.
But I give up! I gave her everything. I told her how sorry I was, about a million times. She'd just give me her signature smile and say, "That's okay, Trent, the gem had control over you, you told me so, and I believe you."
I would search her, looking for a hint of sadness, always in her lovely, doe, hazel eyes. Those beautiful eyes that could hit you strait in the heart.
But you know what? She was never mine. She was no one's. Not mine. Not Conner's. Not Ethan's. Not Dr. O's. Not anyone's.
And I bet, if you told her she was yours, she could kill you with the blow of her highest singing note she could hit and the loudest she could ever hit it.
Which reminds me, I need to erase her Friday night shows and weekly practices.
That voice... Oh, that voice. And her songs... her beautiful songs. I'll never get to hear her sing ever again.
I better go though; we all promised Dr. O we'd all practice some fighting. We'd gotten so much better since she died. We can blame Mesogog on her death now, even though he didn't do it.
As I gets inmy car I hear someone singing.
"Kira," I whisper as the voice fades away.