• A siloet sits at the grave, a tear trickles down his cheek tracing his jaw before splashing into the cold snow. the grey stone that stares back at him is a mere representation of what she once was. the beautiful blue eyes that taunted the boundrys between godly and human. the hair that shone brighter then the hottest flame, a kind hear more loving then that of a mother. he gripped the necklace that now lifelessly hangs from his thin neck. she wore that same one on the day they were at the mall. she dragged him into his least favorite store, and refused to release his hand. she bought a set of two necklaces, one silver and one gold. each was a half of a heart, and cheap glass dimonds lined their rims. and at the end of that surreal cold day of fall they sat and watched the sun set over the beautiful mountains and light the red tips of the fire dipped trees of autum. and drove down a winding road on their way home under the light of the moon. and for a split second he caught sight of her glowing blue eyes, deaper then the blue ocean its self. and he was transfixed, lost in her beauty. she looked at him with her perfict smile then looked back over at the road. her smile fades as if in slow motion, her eyes lit up in horror, a blood curtling scream burst through the air. quikly he snapped his head to look ahead and all too late he realised they were plunding over a cliff and into the freezing river below. the water rushing in so fast, and he managed to crawl out of his window as it sank down further and further. and grabbed the handle of the door and dove back inside the freazing water. and to his horrow the door had closed and become jammed. and he stared into her eyes and was lit on fire with determination. he tucked and beet the door with all his strength but the door would not move. he watched with defeet and anguishing pain and a bubble rose from her mouth. and her movements seiced, he let go of the handle in shock. he watched the car sink down into the dark, and with one last twinkle of her necklace she forever sunk into the depths. he sat there tracing the words of her name, and said to her "You were the love of my life...and i promissed never to leave you. and i intend to keep it..." and with that said he reached his hand deap into his pocket and pulled out a gun. he had just stolen it from his father. he brought it up to his head. he closed his eyes, and slowly counted 1....2....3....and then with some hesitaion he pulled his finger on the the trigger. and with a loud bacg the crows flew into the sky, then with the crunch of the snow his eyes rolled to white, and his limp body fell to the ground. his red blood stained her head stone and hilighted the pure snow with its radiance.and at that it was over.
    The End
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