Death Of A Lover

Finally

I knew him from college. He was a frat boy obsessed with Nicole. He was so pissed when she broke up with him by coming out that he stalked her. Constantly. And eventually we had to get a restraining order on him. My mind had blocked him out. But now...

I walked up to the walkway of his apartment building. This is it, I thought. I looked around and saw a piece of steel pipe on the ground.

I decided to walk in and figure out which room he was in. I decided to try and trick the lady up front. Since it was so late at night, I figured she was half asleep.

"Hello ma'am *yawn* how can I help you today?" she asked tiredly.

"Yes I'm here to see Mr. Van Hueger. Its critical that I speak with him right away. Could you ask him to come meet me at the front of the building please?"

"Sure *yawn*"

I waited outside for about 25 minutes. It felt like 25 years. I kept an eye on that steel pole.

The man from the photo stepped out of the door stretching. Hearing him breathe made me want to smash his teeth in with a brick. But I contained myself...

For now.

He looked at me. "Are you who wanted to speak with me?"

I didn't answer I just slowly walked over to him.

Then I made a quick gesture to pick up the pole. But I was too late. He already had a gun. He was fiercly awake at this point. So was I. We were both being propelled by adrenaline. I stood there, with the pole in my hand, quietly sobbing.

"I-I have to do this. You took away the only thing I had to live for!"

His face softened, but I didn't give him the opportunity to say anything. I ran at him, infuriated. He yelled something but I was too caught up in my head to hear him. Then I felt it. Like a white hot branding iron being held against my chest and all the muscles there.

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"And that is all she wrote, after that she died three days later in a local hospital. In our gathering today, I hope we have all celebrated the loss of such an amazing daughter, sister, and friend. Let us pray one last time that her spirit rest in peace."

When the sermon was over I stood there, thinking how much of a shame it was that such a young person had to go so soon. In all my 58 years on this Earth I have still yet to find many more things more upsetting than young people leaving this world too soon.

"Excuse me, Reverend Green?" asked a short, brunette.

"Yes?" I answered.

"I just wanted to say thank you for such a beautifully touching ceremony. You gave my best friend the funeral she deserved." The young girl had tears streaming down her face with eyes puffy and red. That look broke my heart. I just said I had to go and dismissed myself.

That is truly a sad thing to happen. To lose your best friend. And at such a young age? I couldnt imagine it.

I revved the engine to my Chevy and ease away from the burial site. Looking in the rearview every five minutes.