The Girl Who Bit The Dust

Part 3

      It was a few months since I first arrived. I had to say, it wasn't that bad. Maria and I had grown closer and eventually began a relationship. I can't say I wasn't scared, though. I had never had a friend, much less a girlfriend. We talked about anything and everything. We talked about how our parents were. Her's were off in Italy somewhere while mine was in our hometown in New Orleans. She commented how she wanted to do my hair since she's never had a friend with hair like mine. Of course she's seen curly, black hair before but she never had a chance to play with it. I said that she would get to one day. I would always compliment her every time I walked by and she would do the same. She never stopped giving me pet names and they were the highlight of my day.

     Thinking about it now hurts. I feel like screaming and breaking everything around me. I just wish we had more time. I wish that I could have killed the man who did this. I wish I could have seen it coming, tried to stop it. I always thought that I would die. I always knew It wouldn't be long but not like this. I could have never seen it coming because it went against everything I believed it. When the man came in and raised the gun, I was sure it was my time. No. Fate decided to be cruel that night, decided to play a twisted game of irony.

     The girl who was destined to die, destined to leave this world, didn't. The girl who should have died lived and in her place, her lover and the love of her life died. That man shot the only being that I had ever let into my soul. I finally had someone I was close to and I let her go. I just stood there! I let her die while I stood there watching! Why couldn't I have done something?! Why couldn't I save her?! It was supposed to be me...I was the one that should have died. As I held her and looked into her eyes, I knew what I had to do. I kissed my love one last time and left.

                                                                                      *Time Skip*

      I hope she won't be mad at me. I just can't do it without her. I know she wouldn't want this but she knew it would happen someday. As I stand on the ledge, staring off into the city lights, I smell her strawberry shampoo. I feel her arms wrap around me and I'm happy. I'm going to see her. When I see her I'm never letting her leave, never letting her go again. As I fall, I imagine I'm flying. I fly with a smile on my face, at the promise of seeing her again.

     I'll see you soon, love. Soon.