A/N: Sorry for being so long. Actually, at this minute, I should be studying for Midterms...gah! I am such a procrastinator! Please enjoy!

This is a one-shot of Heidi by the way. Hmmm, I just made that up. I really don't know what compelled me to write this. Well, let's just say it's of Heidi and go with that.

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I felt like I was suffocating, if only figuratively. Somehow in all of this mess, I was being choked by my own emotions. Grief drags me down to the empty, dark pits of nothingness. It presses upon me like a thousand pounds, crushing me under the tremendous pressure.

How had I managed to lose the only one who meant anything to me?

His unseeing eyes haunt me, refusing to relinquish their grasp on me, the ultimate power they now hold driving me mad.

Had it been I who killed him? Was I really a monster?

I was.

Some say you can die from a broken heart. Did he? Oh, I should have visited him sooner! Told him my emotions had gotten the best of me once again and that I didn't really mean it. That I still loved him with all my heart.

The feeling one has when realization hits them, when they arrive just when it's too late and the situation is irreversable...that is what tears someone's soul apart. Why, my own is crumbling right before me.

A voice begins to filter through my head. Can it be? It's his voice! Quickly, I look down, but alas! He is still lying there, cold and lifeless.

You killed me, it says. Breaking my heart without mercy, without remorse. Such a cruel game you participate in, my lady.

"No, no, I did not!" I croak out, still clutching his icy hand to where my heart still thumps, alive and healthy. "I did no such thing!"

But you did. Why, when I gave my love to you? When I promised to love you forever and always?

I cup my head in my spare hand. "I loved you, it was my temper that got in the way! Please, love, forgive me!"

The taunting voice chuckled, sending chills down my spine. And yet you still use that name on me, when you murdered me without pity? You claimed you didn't love me and left me to die in misery.

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me!" I wail, dropping his hand. I can't stand it anymore. Is that a smirk I see upon the dead man's lips? Is this my final act of penance? The locket, a gift from him, suddenly feels heavier, determined to make me writhe in agony for my deed. With trembling fingers, I unclasp the necklace. A perfect heart, it rests in my pale palm, a beautiful, gold gift from my beloved.

Something unrecognizable is bubbling up in me. Beckoning all the force I can muster, I throw the piece of jewelry to the ground, where it cracks open.

Inside is a picture. A picture of me and him. Forever, it says on the front.

A sense of terror grips me. I shake my head in denial. "No, no, no," I murmur, my golden locks bouncing back and forth. "Forever doesn't exist. You're dead, you're gone, you can't...you can't...." My voice trails off.

All I had done was say I didn't love him.