The chilling wind touches my skin. I've been waiting for hours now. I cover my mouth with the black scarf around my neck, my cold hands on the pocket of my white trench coat. Where are you? It's a snowy evening in Manhattan, New York. I'm in Central Park looking stupid waiting for him. I grab my phone from my bag, no messages. He's not showing up. I got stood up. I scoff at my thoughts, feeling my tears on my cheeks. I cuss myself as I check my watch. I've been waiting for three hours, and he still doesn't show up. I glance at the gift box on my bag, I take it and hug it close to my heart. Happy 7th anniversary, Francis Bennett. I whisper to myself. My head boils in anger. I hate him so much. Today's a special day for me and he doesn't even show up. And he's the one who told me to come here. Could it be true...? What my friends really said...? He's cheating on me? THAT'S IT. I'm leaving. I stomp my way out of Central Park. The cold breeze pierces my skin. It is cold. Really cold. And I'm amaze how I stayed for three hours waiting for that damned guy. I walk fast as my dirty blonde hair swayed with the wind, hoping to get out of this snow. The weather's getting worse but I still see a lot of people strolling. I cross the street when... HONK!!!! HONK!!!! BANG!!! "... Oh my god! Someone got hit!!" "... Somebody help!!!!" "... Call 911!" "... Is someone a doctor or a nurse here?" "... Is HE dead?" I walk fast, it was a hit and run. I didn't get the digits of the plate number. A large crowd surrounded the guy. "Move! I'm a nurse!" I scream as I took out a kit from my bag. But then I freeze when I see his face. I know it's him. "Call 911." I whisper hoarsely. "Is he dead?" An old woman asks. I look at her, tears in my eyes, "No. He's not dead! He can't be dead." I got down on my knees, and did what I can to save him. To save the love of my life. "Francis! Please, don't die on me! Please!" I say as tears violently stream down my face. "You can't leave me!! Francis! I love you so much!!!" I could feel the stares and their feeling of awe. I hear sirens wailing. And his finger moves to my face, wiping my tears slowly, he looks into my eyes, "Denise, happy 7th anniversary. I'm sorry I'm late. I love you." His smile made my heart break. That heart warming smile. His other arm move and he handed me a box, a small box. "Francis, please hold on. Please." I say as I kiss him. "Love, will you marry me?" He whisper silently. I took the box and open it, tears burst as his eyes close. "FRANCIS!!!!" The ambulance arrive and took him. But it's too late. But I'm still hoping, I'm still hoping that he'll be alive. My Francis... ------------------- I stand on top of the third tallest building in Manhattan. I breathe in deeply and wipe my tears. Thirty days have passed since he went and left me. The heartbreak, I can't take. I take one more step on the edge of the building. I know I said suicide is crazy, but I want to be with him. Why does god always take the good people first? Why? I jump. Feeling the thrill, the fear and the air passing through me. I'm sorry. My trench coat flying, I stare below as I hear shrieks and I feel my tears falling. ------------------- The Letter: I'm sorry mother. I'm sorry Mrs. Bennett. I'm sorry. I love him too much that I dare follow him. Don't blame anyone, don't do something I hate. I love you guys. But I can't live without Francis. I'm stupid... I know. -Denise I know. It sucks. And it's suicidal. ,_, I felt like posting this. So yepp! Have fun. This was a short story I gave my English teacher 4 years ago. ,_,
Nah. I'm good with this. I'm back on TFK. Colour My World~ is over. I'm focusing on ASSASSIN and TFK.