I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

Marilyn Monroe

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I finally lost her. I finally gave up hope. Three days I didn't speak a work. I covered the windows, not letting any sunlight into my room. If my sunlight wasn't in my life, my room couldn't have the sun ether.

Mom knocked on the door for the past few days. At first she was patient. Then she was mad. Now she's just begging me to come out.

I didn't eat for three days, though I threw up the second day. I could barley get a cup of water down my throat.

I didn't seem to want anything anymore. Elise didn't want me. Who else would?

I realized that love can be a beautiful thing. As free as the ocean. As wild as a weed. As carefree as a dove.

But all good things come to an end.

Even the ocean can be deadly. A wild weed kills others. A dove can be struck down by an arrow. Love can be deadly.

Elise might not love me anymore, but at least I can tell her I'll always love her. No matter what happens.

I'll keep loving her.

Through life,

and after death.

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Author's Note

I apologize in advance for all the short chapters coming your way. Cause there will be a lot of POV switches.

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