Looking down from heaven

She's in heaven now

LUCAS' POV
The word zinged around the room, pinging from wall to wall.

'Did you hear the slut is dead?'

'Not the slut?'

'Yeah there was blood and everything'

'She killed herself? What a freak'

'Yeah she is such a retard'

'I guess she's just another high school tragedy'

'It's not like anyone cares'

'A forgotten, disliked, good for nothing high school tragedy'

'Don't forget that she's a whore-'

I couldn't listen anymore.

I loved her, she listened to me and I listened to her. Don't get me wrong talking is nice but-

it was the silence that we gave each other that I loved. We just stared into each other's eyes and said nothing.

Just quiet and bliss.

She had the most beautiful hazel eyes, they were green, but not too green, the right amount of brown was there.

Her eyes are always compassionate, dreamy and enchanting. They danced with exuberance and ebullience.

They sparkled in the sunlight and they smiled when they saw me. Then, the smile would creep down to her mouth.

Then, like always she would blush. That was the cutest thing.

When I see her, I start feeling all jittery in my stomach. It then runs into my palms and a flutter of electricity speeds up my body.

I know it's cheesy as cheese can get but, It's true. Anyone will know if they've truly been in love.

But then Leela ruined everything.

She asked to search something up on my phone and then sent the text.

The one that killed her.

With the 'blood and everything' .

I just wanted to let her know that I loved her. She died thinking I sent the text.

Even when she's dead she won't love me.

She'll spend eternity thinking I never loved her.

Because of Leela.

If I could say goodbye,
I'd tell her:

"Chloe, when tomorrow starts without you,
I won't cry because I'll keep you in my heart
Where you can stay forever
And I'll never feel without you
The way I did today.'

Only, it's harder than that because I can't just not cry, I lover her too much. Too much. More than she loves me.

But Chloe is in heaven now, where she belongs.

She's an angel at heart and an angel she will be.

Chloe is in heaven now.

I can never see her again.

A thousand words won't bring her back; I know because I've tried.

Nor will a thousand tears; I know because I've cried.

I've cried salty tears from my eyes night after night.

I've cried salty tears deep in my heart, my soul and my body.

Night after night.

It feels as if I'm breaking, every little bit of me ripping off one by one, knowing that she hates me.

The guilt, the grief and the gaffe.