There's this boy.
There's this girl.
He's really nice.
She's really pretty.
He's pretty cute too.
Her smile perfects the picture.
I think I like him.
I think I like her.
He's coming, say something.
She's right there, make a move.
He waved at me.
She smiled back.
He said I looked nice.
She did.
I know he was just saying that to be nice.
It was the truth.
I told him I liked him.
She called me a weirdo.
He gave me a light shove.
I showed my affection.
We walked to class together.
I offered to walk with her.
He was sweet.
I didn't know what to say.
He gave me a small peck on the cheek.
I gave it a shot.
It was a cute gesture.
I hope it wasn't too awkward.
He picked me up after school.
I needed to see her more.
I loved his company.
I loved her company.
He started blushing.
I was nervous.
He stopped me.
I asked her out.
I said yes.
She said yes.
I love him.
I love her.
We walked the rest of the way hand in hand.
I held her close to my heart.
He's my Charming.
She's my Beauty.
* * *
He yelled at me.
I didn't mean to.
He said I was ignorant.
My friends were bothering me.
I didn't know what happened.
She started to cry.
I was frustrated.
I realized what I did.
He began to back off.
She started yelling.
How could he accuse me of that?
I don't know what I was thinking.
I walked away.
She left.
He didn't ask me to stay.
I hurt her.
I kept walking.
I wanted her to come back.
Tears ran down my face.
I started crying.
This is never going to fix.
I wish I could take it all back.
He's gone.
She's gone.
I can't stop thinking about what happened.
She wouldn't leave my head.
He wasn't at school today.
I couldn't bare to see her.
I miss him.
I miss her.
The pain is becoming unbearable.
I know she's still hurt.
He started flirting with other girls.
She's the only girl I want.
It broke my heart.
I went to talk to her.
I couldn't bring myself to talk to him.
She was avoiding me.
I felt bad.
I felt worse.
I went home early.
I couldn't find her after school.
I wasn't feeling well.
I went home alone.
I picked up a rope.
I help the hand gun.
I couldn't keep up with this pain.
It hurts me that I hurt her.
I tied a knot.
I loaded the barrel.
I kicked the chair.
I pulled the trigger.
There was this boy...
There was this girl...
