The Red Lighter.

"She's gone.
She's never coming back.
She was taken.
She was abducted.
She has been lost.
She has escaped.
She has been recaptured.
She has been beaten.
She has been killed.
She's dead."
That's it. She's dead. She's never coming back to me, and its all my fault. All I have are our texts, her voicemails, her snapchats, our pictures, and my memories of her. Her family hates, and blames me. This should be me not her. She doesn't deserve this. I do. Only if I wouldn't have begged her to go we would still be in the back of Hunters truck laughing, singing, and having a good time. I looked at the box of clothes, and another box of her stuff.I approached it, and quickly turned away from it. I can't look at this stuff! It will just make it harder for all of us. I grabbed a box, and put it on a shelf. I did the same to the next box, and put a picture of us on top of my dresser. Too bad we don't have any serious photos. I blame myself. She would always smile and I would to but I would stick my tongue out before it took. I laughed at the picture. It was at Chilies. The night she told me. I sighed, and sat the picture down. I walked outside, and walked to her dads house.

"Hey." He said gently. He was one of the few family members who like me, and don't blame me.

"Hey. Not to be a bother, but can I.."

"Here ya go." He handed me a smoke, and I took it kindly with a sad smile."You got a lighter?" He asked. I patted my pockets, and felt a lighter. I pulled it out to only see the only thing I loved so much. This is the only thing that reminds me of her more than anything.

The Red Lighter.