She wanted to be a dancer. She danced so gracefully and so beautifully. All she would talk about was dancing. The whole school practically knew her whole life schedule. She was going to travel all around the world, learning new dances and meeting new people. But now she was dead. A dead person can’t do those kinds of things when they’re dead. Can they?
I stare at her locker. Her face plastered on it, along with her friends and her boyfriend, Luke. The boyfriend she loved so much but he didn’t love her at all. He constantly cheated on her and everyone knew. She even knew but she never said anything. She didn’t want to lose him. She thought he was the only one who would ever love her. Oh, how wrong was she. Many people adored her but she just didn’t know,
“It hurts.” I hear a voice say. I turn towards the owner and see Luke. I shake my head, “I know I was a bad boyfriend.” He starts,
“No. You don’t know. She loved you and you didn’t.” I spit out,
“I did love her. I just realized too late.” I turn away from him,
“If you’re asking for my pity, you aren’t getting any from me.” He scoffs,
“Don’t worry. I’m not asking for any, especially from you.” I turn to him,
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I walk up close to him. I don’t now why but being near him made me angry. He leans in close, his lips barely touching my ear,
“Everyone may think you are so Lucky. But I think you are bad luck. I mean 12 people did die with you near them.” I lean away from him and slap him hard across the face. My eyes filled with tears,
“Never talk about that! You have no right! You have no clue what happened to me in there!” He stared at me. A red handprint across his face,
“Who’s the one asking for pity now?” I lift my hand to slap him again but he grabs it. I try with my other hand but he grabs that one too. He pushes me into the lockers. He was too close to me. I didn’t want him to touch me. Not again. I try to push him off me,
“You never deserved her.” I said staring straight into his eyes,
“You don’t think I know that?” he asks me, his eyes tearing up, “You don’t think I regret not spending every moment I ever had, with her? I’m too late! She’s dead! And there’s nothing I can do about it!” He let’s go of me and turns away, “I never even got to say sorry to her.” He mutters. He punches a locker, yelling in frustration. He starts crying. I stare at him in shock. I now understood why Grace never left him. Because deep down she knew he loved her. He just didn’t know it yet,
“She forgave you a long time ago, Luke.” I muttered, “She knew you loved her even if you didn’t know yourself. She believed in you Luke. She loved you so much.” He looks at me,
“How do you know?” he asks me. I take a shaky breath,
“She told me.” I told him in a small voice. I close my eyes as a tear escaped my eye. A memory flooding my thoughts,
