I was at her funeral, Stacey that is. That was her name. I still remember the first day I met her, she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her hair as bright as the evening sunset. Her lips as red as a newly bloomed rose. She was always full of life and I know that she was the love of my life and I can never get over her. Her tombstone said her maiden name, Stacey Sharlin Campbell, I missed her with a firing passion that flared up my inner self. She was my reason, my life, and above all the love of my life. Well, we were going to get married but she decided to do what she did. Even though it was all my fault. She was dying and I left her because I couldn't bare to see her go. She decided to kill herself because she thought I didn't love her enough. I walked in the house because I forgot my phone. I saw her there on the ground dead. I still remember when they carried her away in a body bag. Her body was still, there was absolutely no movement in that bag. I thought that it was the most awful thing ever, I felt like my heart had left my body. After that, days turned into weeks, and it just wasn't the same without her around. I dropped out of school, because I couldn't face everyone talking about her. It's been almost 3 months, I haven't left my house, I have to force myself to eat. I just wish she was still by my side, bringing the best out of me and my day. I can't live my life without her here. Until one day I got called into a lab for an experiment for loneliness and depression. I sighed and told them to make the appointment. So, I went in on the day of the appointment, I really didn't know much about the experiment and frankly I didn't care because Stacey wasn't with me anymore.
