• "You know you want it." my best friend Jared teased me. He was waving a king sized chocolate bar in front of my face.

    "You know you wanna give it to me." I teased back staring into the deep pool of the amber eyes Jared had.

    He stared into mine, and I felt a connection, imagining a kiss that we had never shared, I suddenly jerked back. What was I thinking, kissing Jared, no way. Not being able to meet those amber eyes once more, I blushed, feeling my cheeks warm up. His soft voice almost lured me towards him. "Claire." he whispered.

    I gulped and he chuckled. Closing my eyes and feeling my face heating up from embarrassment, I sighed.

    When I knew he was gone I opened my eyes. On my desk was the king sized Hershey bar Jared had a few moments ago.

    Biting my tongue, I picked it up, only to see a note under it. On top of the note was a warning. Don´t read until you know how you feel about me.

    I instantly recognized the handwriting only to be the lovable Jared. Wait, lovable ???

    I sighed knowing that my feelings for him were filled with uncertainty. Knowing that he would get mad if I opened it, I ripped open the bar, shoved the note in my pocket, and devoured the chocolate while I watched the sunset.

    The next days of school, Jared wasn´t there. Frowning each day, I longed for the nights. During the nights, Jared appeared in my dreams. Every night he´d cup my face with his soft hands, God he must´ve worn lotion everyday or something. We´d stare at each other until I forgot about him and dreamed a different dream. On the fifth and final night, he told me that I wouldn´t ever be able to see him again and that the note would explain it all.

    I cried, sobbing silent tears.

    I knew how I felt about him...I loved him.

    At the break of dawn, I opened the note.

    Roses are red
    and Violets are blue
    As I sat on your bed
    I realized that I loved you.

    Moving away was a thought of mine
    Only fate could have brought it like this
    Still young and yet older than nine
    To cheer me up was our imaginary kiss

    Hope we´d meet again someday
    But asking for this is impossible
    You were my dream during the day
    If we were together, we´d be unstoppable

    I know I died
    Last Friday night
    Right after you cried
    But now you know that you were my light

    and also my valentine

    -your valentine

    I couldn´t breath, the words "Loved", "Away", and "Died" ran over my mind like a cacophony.

    What did he mean that he died, and how did he know that I´d open this on a Saturday morning? Like the living dead, I wore an expensive dress, washed my face, brushed my teeth, didn´t even get started on my hair, and walked over to Jared´s house. Raising an arm I pounded on the door. Instantly, a teary Miss Cullen stepped forward.

    "You know." was all she said in her shaky voice.

    "Yeah, no thanks to you." I snapped back, I mean he died yesterday, I could´ve saved him.

    Clenching her fists, Miss Cullen suddenly looked murderous, but as quick as it came it was replaced by guilt.

    "I´m so sorry." Miss Cullen whispered, she was on the verge of completely losing it.

    "For what." I asked calming down a little, and to admit, i was a bit curious. What could this person possibly have done to look this guilty

    "I told Jared that you could never love him, no matter how hard he tried." Miss Cullen answered finally breaking down into quiet sobs. She was one step closer to completely losing it.

    I was shocked, how dare anybody, especially his own mother say that to Jared, my friend since Kindergarten. Did she not realize that I loved him so much to the point of where I too was about to lose it?

    Running past her I went up the stairs, ignoring the police, I went into Jared´s bedroom. There, he was dead.

    A sweater tied loosely around his neck and a peaceful look was plastered on his face. The cop was about to lecture me until I screamed.

    "NO!"

    He stared, while Miss Cullen´s sobs loudened.
    This cannot be happening, I Love him! He has to be alive." I said enunciating every word.

    Suddenly, I couldn´t take it anymore, I cried. Here was my true love, the only one who knew so much about me and possibly more than myself. He was dead and it finally sunk into my heart.

    "He loved me...Kiss...valentine...He died because of me." I choked on the last part of my continuous rambling.

    The cop suddenly looked at me with an emotion I couldn´t understand.

    All my life I was alone, rich, cold, and mean. That was until Jared showed up. Remembering how I slapped him, when I first met him, for not calling me pretty enough, and yet the next day, he stood up for me during school.

    I stared at his face, yanking his sweater away, I hugged his cold body. I never felt this way for anyone. My parents ignored me, having too much work.

    I mercilessly pushed my servants around and punched Jared so many times. Despite every ones´ warnings he was a fool for still wanting to be my friend. I now knew why he was persistently always with me.

    He loved me and I realized a day late.

    Cursing myself I stood up shaky from my tears of sorrow. Grabbing a twenty out of my pocket I handed it to the cop.

    "Don´t tell anyone I cried." I hissed with so much venom I saw the cop flinch and edge away.

    "Don´t worry darling and besides, today´s February 14, Valentine´s Day, why not hang out with your lover?" he managed to sputter out.

    Wanting to shout back at the idiotic cop, he walked away and talked to Miss Cullen telling her that he´d investigate this scene later.

    For the rest of the day I did as the cop said. I hung out with my lover. Sitting next to his dead body, I remembered every moment I had with him, from slapping him for not calling me pretty all the way to the day he gave me the note.

    He was dead and he loved me.

    Only I realized too late...

    THE END



    p.s: Hoped you liked it!
    -esthie24

    ps: I´m currrently writing book 2, it consists of 3 chapters so far, AND FEEL FREE to criticize me, it makes me a BETTER writer.