This was it. I wanted to die. I didn't want to live any longer. I'd been harassed by the thoughts of him since he died while I was watching. He was more than my lover. He was my soul mate. And to see him die painfully like that... I couldn't live like this any longer. My dad started being a cop right after that incident, which in my opinion, wasn't the best job choice with a son who was emo. I knew where he hid all his guns too. I grabbed a pistol from the case under his bed and stepped outside. I walked deep into the forest. I figured, I wouldn't want them to find my body and I wouldn't want to be in a place that was hell to me when I died. Once I was deep enough in the woods where I thought no one was, I cocked the gun and put it up to my head, tears spilling out of my eyes and my hand trembling. Just as my finger pulled the trigger, someone burst out from the trees and pushed the gun away from my head, saving my life. I didn't want my life saved though. And that was my dad's last bullet.
"What the hell?! I WANTED to die! Why did you-" I started before I saw the person's face.
I couldn't believe my eyes. It couldn't be. Could it? Before I could even question the guy, he pinned me up to a tree and kissed me hard, full on the lips. I kissed back. I still had tears coming out of my eyes, so the guy stopped and wiped them away with his strong yet gentle hands.
"You may want yourself to die, but I don't want you to my love..."
