When Elsa and I were in middle school, we once made a vow to walk down the graduation together. We'd do that hat thing, where you decorate the tops of our caps. We decided that one of us would be valedictorian, with the other being salutatorian. We decided that when we tossed our caps up in the air, we'd catch each other's, and keep them for life.

It was strange, during the practices over the last week of school, to not be with her. To not be following through with our vows for each other. For her to not even be there.

I missed her. A lot. Not her abuse, and not her love either. I just missed her presence, and knowing she was there.

I also missed her light blond hair, and those icy blue eyes. I missed her pure skin, and the black leather that concealed most of it. I missed that little scar that had came from the incident that tore her away from me.

I missed her voice most, though. The voice that always filled the silence between us.