Learning To Love.

Don't Forget Me.

"You just don't understand," Shanon yelled as she threw Harry his shirt.

"Maybe it's because you don't tell me anything anymore," Harry yelled back as he began to pack his things.

"Where are you going?" Shanon yelled.

"Back to my place. I can't handle this anymore."

"Handle what Harry?"

"This! Damn it. The yelling the fighting. The constant arguing. You locking yourself away in your room. Not talking to me. You're not the same girl I fell in love with two years ago Shanon. You act so unhappy! I can't handle it anymore. I want the old Shanon back," He yelled as a few years fell from his eyes.

"You just don't understand.."

"I just don't understand? Damn it Shanon, that's all I hear lately. I don't understand this, I don't understand that! I guess I just don't understand us anymore!"

"Don't say that," Shanon began to cry.

"I need a break. From all this," Harry began to walk to the front door, his bag in hand.

"Please don't leave Harry," Shanon chased after him.

She grabbed his arm before he could make it out the door, "I love you."

He yanked his arm from her. Slamming the door in her face. And drove off.

Harry was gone for a few hours. He needed to calm down.

Carefully knocking on the door of Shanon's house. The door was unlocked so we went in.

"Shanon," he called but no reply, "Love, I'm sorry. Shanon."

He walked over to the couch and say down. He found a note on the coffee table.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry things between us have been rough. I'm sorry for making you cry. Making you leave. I'm sorry for hurting you. I never wanted it to go this far. I'm sorry, I never wanted to tell you what was going on. I never wanted you to worry. Maybe you'll find this letter.. I love you Harry, always remember that. And please.. Don't forget me.

Love, Your ShanBear

"Don't forget you?" He asked himself. Silence fell over the house. He began to question what the note meant. Finally it hit him. He shot up from the couch and began to run upstairs.

Suddenly, he heard a gunshot come from the bedroom.

"Shanon!" He slung the door open.

Harry dropped to his knees as the sight of Shanon's lifeless body lay on the carpeted floor.

"Shanon," he cried , "Shanon wake up! Shanon. I'm sorry. Damn it, I love you. Shanon! Shanon!"

He crawled over to her body and held her, as he called 911.

"Hello? Hello? Help please. My girlfriend shot herself! Please hurry."

Whipping the tears from his face.

He began to rock her, "Everything's going to be alright baby. Please. Don't leave me. I love you."

He looked out the window and saw the flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance.

Looking back down at Shanon, he knew she was gone. Harry ran his fingers through her hair, "I love you Shanon Grace Lee. I won't forget you."