miss.

preface

I had always been terrified of death, paranoid towards almost everything that was associated with it. Somehow in the last few months, I had witnessed the deaths of more people than I ever had before in my 21 years of life. But what I was feeling now was worse than any death I had ever imagined for myself, and it was all because I loved her.

        I sat frozen in the wooden chair, blankly staring at the police officers in front of me. They looked back at me, their sights filled with sympathy. Surely the officers were wrong about her; it was the only thing that made sense.

        This never would have happened if I had stayed back in New York. Everyone would have been safe from death, excluding myself, of course. But still, even after I had seen the incredulous amount of murders, I couldn't tell myself to leave. I couldn't let go of everything good that ever happened to me.

        Yet when the police told me about the most recent death, I knew I didn't have to let go of the only good thing in my life.

        She had already let go of me.

This story belongs to annaandvalerie (the writers) so don't steal it. But I doubt you would want to steal this because it's pretty darn bad. Anyways, this is a much better and more realistic version of our other hardly started story on Wattpad, Back to December, so read this one because the other one is/will be deleted.