• I kept you close I held you tight
    but somehow someway
    We ended tonight

    I will tell you, I will.
    I cannot keep this inside.
    Is it wrong to love a friend?

    She was the only one who could keep him smiling, he was the only one keeping her from dying.
    They were so in love but both had no clue, one anothers feelings held together like glue.
    He wondered every morning, she prayed everynight, that their friendship they shared would soon ignite.

    It was a cold day unusual for the small town.
    Cassy paces towards her locker holding a dandelion her hand.
    Passing each person not thinking anything of it, then shes passes him and her heart stops she turns her head towards him, he smiles.
    He is the one, the one that keeps me in awe.
    She cannot think of anything to say so she simply nods and smiles.
    They together walk to their lockers which are side by side, he glances at her hand.
    She is the one, I want to hold her hand and whisper the lullaby of love.
    Two souls powered by love trapped in the reallity of life.
    She struggles to get open her lock then places the dandelion next to the others.
    He grins, she loves those ugly little flowers.
    Dandelions are like me, useless she thinks as she arranges it, we are the same, invisible enough to pass by without a look, and irritating enough to destroy.
    He cannot keep it in he shuffles through his locker and pulls out to concert tickets for tonight.
    "Want to go?"
    She hesitates, "Yeah", "yes of course". She nods awkwardly.
    "I will pick you up around 10 pm".
    She nods again.

    Spin, spin, spin. Cassy stares at her ceiling fan while lying upside down on her bed.
    Who am I kidding, I can't tell him, I just can't.
    Why do I even want to, is it the fact that ten years of friendship isn't enough?
    God I love him she thinks, more than anything on earth.
    She takes off her wrist bands, the scars staring at her, I wish the blood was still pouring.
    Cassy had become addicted to pain in a way you could'nt comprehend, her mom was never home and when she was she was drunk, her dad was nowhere to be found and her brother had been murdered.
    What does she have?
    She has him, that is all she has.

    Her phone rings, she flips upside right and stares at the phone screen, it's him.
    She flips open her cell phone. "Hello?".
    "I am here".

    She glances in the mirror to see if she'd messed up her hair and scurries out the door.
    He cups his hand around his mouth trying not to be estatic.
    He can't help but see how beautiful she was, not once had he found Cassy "hot" just beautiful, she was different, not even in a style category, she was her.
    She smiles, her heart is pounding, I have to tell him, I need to.

    He walks in front reaching his hand back and she reaches hers to his as he helps her down the stairs.
    They both blush.
    He opens the car door for her and then walks around the the driver seat.
    She awkwardly sits feeling nervous.
    He puts in a cd and turns the volume up and smiles.
    By the fifth second of the song, she smiles to, her favorite band and apparently his favorite song.
    She wants to tell him but her mind freezes.

    They arrive at the concert both smiling he helps her out of the car and holds her hand until she nervously pulls away, biting her lip, it is obvious how uncomfortable she was.
    He slumps his head as he walks behind her, he just wants her to smile without her forcing it upon herself.
    He opens the door for her but she seems to have opened it herself.
    They both walk in side by side, they go to their seat and wait for the concert to start, little did they know, it was the end, tonight.

    "Wow". she smiles "They are awsome".
    She strains her voice to talk above the guitar solo.
    He smiles he had never felt so warm in his heart.
    She yawns.
    He could see she was tired.
    She without thinking lays her head on his shoulder.
    His heart skips a beat.
    She normally would've pulled away and apoligized but it felt so right she didn't even care.
    They look into each others eyes.

    As the concert ends they are one of the last to walk out.
    The pace themselves for the long walk to the car.
    She is searching her heart for the courage, searching her mind for the words, to tell him she loved him.

    She reaches for his hand, and smiles at him.
    "I have never been so happy". he says.
    She smiles, "Same for me".
    She wants to take that back and say something more clever and sweet.
    She stops walking.
    "What is wrong".
    She looks in his eyes and holds both of his hands.
    "I have to tell you something".
    !BANG!.
    It happened so fast.
    She is covered in blood and looks down at him.
    "No".
    He had jumped in front of her, he took the bullet for her.
    Part of her wanted to find the shooter and kick his a** the other part of her wanted to kneel down and hold her true love.
    "N.. oh ho". she sobs and screams.
    She falls to her knees and pulls his hand to her face.
    He looks up at her with little strength he has.
    "I will call the police".
    "No". he says.
    "This is our night".
    Tears pour down her face.
    "No". she muffles.
    He struggles to pull her face to his.
    "I have to... tell you something". she screams.
    He keeps pulling her closer.
    He looks in her eyes and kisses her.
    Her eyes open wide and her tears fall.
    "I love you too". he whispers.
    "Stay well, for me please". he crackles out of his lifeless voice
    And his hands fall.
    "No... no". she nudges him.
    She cries so hard that she looses her breath.
    He is gone...
    This is impossible, a dream has to be.
    Why I love him so much, she catches herself, I loved him.
    She goes ballistic, she can't think of what to do she is confused and tired,sad and heartbroken.
    She leans down to him kisses his forhead and whispers "I am sorry I am not well".
    She pulls out her pocket knife and slits her own throat, she isn't dead, she slowly bleeds to death next to him hand in hand.


    We are gathered here today to say goodbye to two special young ones.
    They have brought so much to our lives.
    The room is empty just a priest speaking to empty chairs.
    Their family doesn't even know.

    Two special young ones.
    Where did they go?
    One went to heaven for laying down his life for a friend.
    The other to hell for deciding for hers to end.

    The tragic trigger