• Time has passed me by. It's all too clear. And it's my fault. It's my fault that she died.

    On the first of February, I was growing a little tense. I had kept our anniversary gift well-hidden, and it was not very ironic that our anniversary would land on Valentines Day. Right before her birthday. She would be so happy. These were my thoughts on the first. My thoughts were broken as she spoke. "Hey, R.." she whispered as she hugged my tightly. I turned around, smiling. It was cold, yes, but I felt as though I was right by a warm cozy fire. "Hey." We walked together to school, practically hugging each other as we made our way through the snow. "I think that this month will be great." I laughed, and simply agreed. As we approached the school gates, she turned to me, and in a very serious voice she said, "I got you something special. Really special. It may not be much, but I will give it to you on our day." I felt a little shocked at this remark, for I hadn't told her about my gift. "I got you something you really want. Trust." She smiled, the tensity of the conversation melted away. "I'll see you at lunch then, 'kay? My friends.. think I'm too attached to you." Even with her rosy cheeks, you could tell she was ashamed. "Its 'kay. I understand. The guys tease me 'bout it all the time." I kissed her forehead lightly. "Have a good day, today." We embraced for a long moment, and we walked off to different sides, to our appropriate grouping. Everyone was waiting for me, smirks on their faces. Mark was the first to speak. "You are totally in love, aren't you?" I grinned foolishly, and replied, "Yeah.. It's been 11 months. Nothing has gone wrong. I swear, I love her to death." They all laughed at me, but I knew better than to be ashamed. The bell rang, and after much mockery, I still was in a good mood. The day went by smoothly, and so did everything else...

    Sunday, February 14, 2009.

    It was finally that day. I walked to her house, about 10 houses away, and we slowly walked to the park. Where I had first asked her to be mine. I sat down under the exact tree I was sitting at when I was drawing the flowers, and so was she. She shivered a little, and said, "You remembered.. So.. this is for you." From inside her pocket, she pulled out a thick notebook. "Honestly, I'm not much of a writer. It's a story." I smiled. She knew I loved books, and she made one for me. I pulled out my present from my pocket. "Happy one year, and happy Valentines Day." She unwrapped the paper gently, as though it was precious. She folded the paper, and put it in her pocket. She gasped. "It's beautiful..." My present was a picture I had drawn with charcoal pencils. It was the exact same sketch I drew when we met, with something else. I added her into the picture, and she was posing with a peace sign, as she always does. I raised my eyebrows. "Is it that bad?" She was now in tears, staring at the picture. She hugged me tightly, tears still streaming. "It's beautiful..... I love it. Thank you." She looked up at me, and kissed me gently. I closed my eyes. The feeling was great, and not even the cold weather could stop my happiness. We pulled away, and walked home together. "I don't think I deserve someone like you." I whispered. She laughed, and it sounded like a bell. "No, I don't deserve you." She kissed me again, and we sat down on a bench. "You know.. I feel as though... we've gotten so close." She whispered breathlessly. "And you know..? I think I want something." We blinked several times, and looked in front of us. Two guys were in front, and I felt a surge of anger. "What do you want..?" She held my shoulder tightly. "No don't.." "Yeah boy. Listen to your girl. All we want is... her life?" Before I knew it, I had charged into them both, and they were on the streets. One was out cold. "Little b*****d!" he cried. He ran towards me... or so I thought. She stood there, and was attacked. He ran with her in his arms into his car, and taped her mouth and handcuffed her hands. "Damnit give her back!" I shouted angrily. I ran towards the car as it drove away. I never caught up. I never knew what happened. I cried out on the streets, screaming her name.

    I never heard of her name again, until I watched the news, and brought myself up to read the story. I wasn't over my loss. I thought I never would be. When I was at school, my eyes were always deep red, signs of tears and a gloomy feeling always hungover me. I was watching the news, to find signs of her, and I did. "A sixteen year old girl was found this morning at 3:52 A.M. after the police chased crooks to their base. She was hidden in the basement, and was in bad condition. The police has confided to us, of her words." The scene changed to an unfamiliar place in the city."Be aware, that this was her wish to get the word out about her. Her words are recorded, and there is also a video." The video began to play, and tears were streaming, as I saw her face. She was skinnier than any human should be, her eyes were red, and wet looking. Her hair was oily and messy. What struck me most, was her words. "I need to find my boyfriend, Raymond! He's out there somewhere...! I want to see him! I need to see him! If I don't I swear I'll die!" She fainted. I felt faint. I found her. She was already dead. The book? I should of read it earlier.
    Once there was a boy. His name was Raymond. He was the most sweetest person I have ever known. He had black hair that fell over his right eye, and always wore a smile. His dark brown eyes were like chocolate. They would melt you. And I was and am the most happiest girl ever. I am his girlfriend of one year today, on February 14th, 2009. There was a sketch of flowers and chocolate, and a mini sketch in the sketch of us, holding hands, smiling. He promised me he had the greatest present that I've always wanted. He's already given it to me. It was his attention, love and care. I couldn't of asked for more. I know he would fight for me, and continue to love me. Yet somehow, I felt like I should tell him all this. Words didn't seem to describe how I felt. A sketch of her thinking of words, and always crossed out. I wrote a song and a letter, just for him. I hope he reads it because.. if he doesn't, it would be a regret. I don't want to die with any regrets. I was crying a good amount already, and despite it's thickness, only three pages for the song, and a few for the letter. The song came first. Hey~ Hey~ Boy I know you care. Boy I want to share the love you've been giving me. Maybe you don't care. But I know I do. So don't go, and break someones heart. Just be mine. I want you for all time. Your all I need, all I've ever known. And could it be, it finally showed. That you care for me, that your love for me is as real as could be. Our first kiss, our first love song. Together we will be... invincible, indestructible for wherever you may be, all you need to know, is that I love you so, and my heart will always be at peace. That was it. I turned to page to the letter, and read it out loud, sobbing, words muffled.
    Dear Raymond,
    All I know is that I love you. I am oblivious to the world when I'm with you. Your the best. I wouldn't be me without you. Someday, we'll get married and have a family. We'll be the happiest family on the planet! Through thick and thin, through the fog and flames, you were there, and you always held me tight. You comforted me, loved me with care. That's all I ever needed from the start. Your love. When I'm with you, everything feels so right. Your always there, and now I want to be there for you too. Through this letter, I hope all you wanted is my love too.
    Love, Bianca.
    Hot tears rolled down my cheek. "It's all I needed.. All I ever needed..... I'll be with you..!"
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    They were buried next to each other. The boy did suicide to truly be with the girl. This story proves that not many are in love as others, and someone could literally die for you. On the gravestones, side by side, marked the day they died. February 14, 2009.
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    MESSAGE FROM KIZU
    I guess... well. Let me put this into a quote. When you make a paper heart, you fold it in half, and cut out one half of the heart. When you unfold it, it makes a heart. When you fold it, it makes a tear drop. When you cut it in half, all you get is tears.