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THE END!

All I could found in Lucy’s house was a diary with a dialogue and a letter inside..

”- Lucy, can’t you see that I’m not as happy as I did before?

- Why, John ? Tell me…

-I just can’t…

-Then, John, this is the end.

- End of what?

-End of this relationship, John… I’m sorry but I can’t.. I can’t do this anymore it’s hurting me… I really love you !

-You’re like the others! Why are you doing this to me? 

- We need a break, just to realise if it is worth it…

- Leave me alone !

-I’m sorry!!! (She started to cry.)

-Leave, now ! I don’t want to see you anymore.

     She leaves him alone with the heart full of pain…and tears in his eyes… She goes home, takes a blade and cuts her veins, but before that…she wrote a letter : 

"HOW COULD I BE SUCH AN IDIOT? ALL I NEED TO SAY IS THAT I LOVE YOU. LIVE YOUR LIFE, GO ON. YOU CAN MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE, WITH OR WITHOUT ME… AH, OUR LOVE, WHEN I THINK ON THAT, IT MAKES ME  SMILE AND CRY, IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL… TAKE CARE AND HAVE A GOOD LIFE. I’M SORRY I CAN’T WRITE MORE BUT I’M ANEMIC NOW, I’VE LOST TOO MUCH BLOOD. PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND DON’T HATE ME!

                                           WITH LOVE, LUCY! “ 

Look at her, she was so beautiful… green-brown eyes, black hair, white skin… but she was sick, hurted by everyone. I tried to make her change her mind but it was too late. I saw in her eyes all the pain and other things that made me cry and think. “For what we live?”… she never told her real problems because she knew that no one could helped her…

She tried to fight but everytime she was losing…

If you love a girl like that, be next to her side, give her all your love. Be careful, if not, you’re gonna lose her forever.

Now, it’s time to go… I’m going to buy a red-blood rose and walk to her funeral. Cry her, boy ! She loved you.

                                                   - L.

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I could feel his hand wrapped around my neck. He’s kissing me, touching me, holding me in his arms, we’re making love.. After that we fall asleep.

When I opened my eyes I heard our music in the background.  I was in my bed listening music with a weird feeling in the soul, I felt like I missed something and in some way I knew I missed him, but why? he was next to me so I told him that I love him but he didn’t answer, he was acting strangely, crying for something. For what? Why I can’t feel my breath? Why I can’t fell my heart beating? Maybe I’m still dreaming, no, I’m awake. WHAT THE FUCK IT’S GOING ON? Whay I can’t see myself?

    I’m….?

                                                                                -L