My Heart
(Louis' POV):
I watch another petal fall from the rose, resting on the table. It joins the other petals on the table. Soon, it will be brown and dead as the others are. They remind me of her. The way they're so beautiful, beaming with life. Then, one day, out of the blue...they fall. Their beauty? No more. It becomes dead, the beauty hidden. That's the way she was. The way her smile could light up a room, that small giggle she made before her laugh bursted out of her. Her eyes would twinkle when she was happy, and then they would become glossy when she was sad. Images of her roam around my head every second of every day, they have since we first met. Her smile was the first thing I noticed about her, I only wish I could have saw it before she left. She committed suicide one week ago today. She was buried three days ago, the roses I have on my table are the roses that were on her casket. I brought them with me because I felt that I would still have a piece of her with me. My heart is broken in half without her by my side, but I know she's in a better place now. As I look back to the picture of her on my wall, tears prick my eyes. I'll never forget her or the love we shared together. I get off of the couch, glancing at the diamond ring beside of the rose, still in the ring box. No other girl will receive my love or that ring, it will only be meant for her.
