"I know..." He whispered painfully. "I...I know." Every inch of my body shook. So many unanswered questions ran through my mind. So many unanswered questions. The man in front of me couldn't seem to make eye contact, for he was too ashamed for his actions. And I...I was too shocked and scared to look away. ... So, after all these years...the main question that I kept asking myself was... "Why?" My voice cracks. "Why did you leave? Why did you leave me?" His gorgeous face was filled with depression and sadness. "Ever since that day," He chuckles weakly. "Ever since your accident...I couldn't bare to look at myself." Goosebumps creep up my arms as I could feel my legs noodle up. "And look at you..." The man slowly lifts up his head to look me straight in the eye. "After these past eight years...you've been better without me." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Before the accident of Angela Holden, Angela was just a freshman high school student struggling with homework, friends, and love. Though it seemed like love was the most she was stressed about. Love you see, was something Angela didn't quiet understand, for she has yet to experience it hand on hand. But, things start to seem different when a student comes into her art class. He wasn't a new student. So, how come Angela has never seen him before? And why is it that the teenage boy automatically seems to... Have a special feeling about her?