The best of friends from beginning to end, their friendship grew, they both felt the same, but neither revealed their feelings. Each waking moment, since the day they met, they both loved each other. He was all she had, in her terrible life; he was the one who kept her from her knife. She was his angel, she made him smile, though life threw him curves, she made it all worth while then one day things went terribly wrong the next few weeks were like a very sad song. He made her jealous and she repaid the debt. Later the boy asked if she loved him and she lied to his face. She played the game…little did she know things would never be the same. One day he blew up at her, his frustration reaching the max, thinking she was over him, in a rash moment he shoved all the pain he was feeling onto her, he wanted to hurt her like she had hurt him, he told her he hated her, and was over her…his plan worked, but he had no clue how wrong things would go. One night she broke down feeling very alone just her and the blade no one else home she dialed his number he answered, she said she loved him then hung up. He raced to her house just a minute to late he found her lying in a puddle of blood, she had no pulse. Beside her was a note, in it her confession her love for this boy, her only obsession. As he read the note he knelt down and cried, grabbed her knife…that night they both died. She was found, with his arms around her, both of them dead. Under her note, his handwriting said…I loved her so, she never knew all this time, I loved her too!
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