The rain fell around me as I stared at her name engraved into the cold hard stone. As I put the flowers by her grave, the memories I've had with her flashed before my eyes. Tears stared to roll down my cheeks. I broke down crying at her funeral last week. Her mom cried with me. I've been bringing her favorite flowers, white roses, everyday since her funeral. I've spent hours everyday at her grave. I sat down at talked to her like she was still alive. I've been thinking about ending my life so I could see her again. Every time I think of the embrace of death, I smile thinking about me being with her again. When I looked around me, I realized the sun was setting. I got up and put my hand on her tombstone whispering "bye,baby. I'll be here again tomorrow. I promise we'll see each other again soon." I made my way out of the cemetery with my head looking at my feet as I walk. The ground was all squishy from the rain. I got into a rental car I got. It's a blue sedan with a scratch on the passenger side. As soon as I got in, I looked over to the passenger side expecting to see her warming smile. But instead, I saw rain drops going down the passenger window. Another tear rolled down my face while I'll still looking at the passenger window. I looked down for a minute to try to get my mind off of how much I miss her. I cranked the car up and heard it spudder. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. The stars were starting to come out. They sparkled, but I loved the sparkle in her eyes better. As soon as I got home, I put on more comfortable clothes. I laid down on the couch and started thinking. Thinking about how I've lost my will to live. How I've lost everything I've needed. I started crying. We could have been so happy together. I thought about how I'd do anything to see her again. Then I realized what I needed to do. I got up and slowly made my way to the safe in the bedroom. I haven't been able to sleep in that bed since I lost her. I used the code, which was her birthday, and scanned the items inside of it. I grabbed the gun inside and started crying tears of joy. I went back to the couch and sat the gun down on the coffee table. I went the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Then I went back to the living room. I sat down and got a bullet from the gun. Then I engraved the bullet with the knife. I put her name on the bullet, so people know she was the last thing that went through my mind in my final moments. I put the bullet into the gun and cocked it. I looked at the loaded gun and smiled while tears ran down my cheeks. I put the cold barrel of the gun to my temple. My finger rested on the trigger and I closed my eyes as I waited for death. I started to slowly pull the trigger. "Stop!" Yelled a soft feminine voice. I turned my head with the barrel still to my temple. My jaw dropped. She was glowing. Tears were running down her cheeks. She was transparent. It was Chloe.
