Antonio, mon amour, my world, my everything.
I love you more then the world itself.
I'm sorry I can't be here for you.
That I'm leaving you like this.
Please don't lose yourself now that I'm gone.
I'm sorry that I couldn't be stronger for you.
You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you're so sweet and loving.
You've always been there for me when I needed you, even when we weren't together.
Thank you so much for being a friend and a perfect love.
Love always and forever, your belle Mona.
Spain kept reading the text, almost a thousand times. He could hear her voice telling him exactly what she wrote. He hadn't left the guest room and didn't want too. He didn't want to leave the last room the love of his life had been in. Her pink overcoat still hung on the door, her red hair ribbons were folded neatly on the nightstand. Her golden locket was around his neck. He had cried for almost a week after it happened and now he couldn't cry anymore. He stood and moved to the open trunk on the floor. It held her dresses and other things. On the top of the pile was a picture of them together. He picked it up and held it close. Slowly, shakily he stood and walked out.