"He loves me." A red-headed boy sat in a field, picking the petals off of an orange flower. As he said the words and let the petal fly away he thought of a time not so long ago.
"Matty?" A blonde boy said to the red-head, hugging him gently. "I love you more than anything in the world."
"He loves me not." As he let another petal go another memory stung him like a bee.
"Please Mello! Please stop!" He screamed, pleading for the blonde to stop hitting him. He was pleading for his life.
"He loves me." Tears rolled down the boy's cheeks from his emerald green eyes as he let the petal go and thought about the blonde boy kissing his cheek and whispering three simple words into his ear. "I love you."
"He loves me not." Another petal gone and another memory of a fight took its place.
It went on like this for a few minutes until there were only two petals left. "He loves me." As the boy let the petal fly away from him he could faintly feel two strong arms wrap around him from behind.
"That's enough Matt." The blonde behind him said quietly, but the red-head ignored the boy with blue eyes.
"He loves me not." He said, more tears falling out of his eyes as the last petal flew away from him. Just as the blonde had a few weeks before.
"You know that's not true Matt." He felt the arms disappear from around him.
"Then why did you leave me all alone? Then why did you have to die?" The boy turned to face the blonde, but he was no where to be found.
"He loves me not." The red-head heard the wind echo his words like it was taunting him. Like it was laughing at his foolishness.
Matt couldn't take it anymore. He took out the pocket knife his blonde had given him a few days before it happened, and with shaky hand brought it to his throat. "He loves me not." Matt repeated himself and slit his throat. He laid the knife down, laying next to it and the orange flower. He took one more look at that sad flower and noticed something funny about it. There was one small, shriveled petal left on the carcass.
"He…loves me…"