I love you...

She was sitting there...erasing word after word...not knowing what to tell him. What do you say to a guy that doesn't know you're alive? She asked herself...and it wasn't just that night. It was every night. Every night she would ask herself what to tell him. But she could never answer that question.
One night she thinking what to write him when it happened. She suddenly felt dizzy. She wasn't expecting it to happen so fast so with the last power she could gather she wrote what she tried to write him for more than two years now.


It felt like a usual spring morning. The sun was silently making his way on the sky, the birds were singing their lullaby even though it was morning. The family just moved in in his home town. He was cleaning up in the room when he found it. An old box. He thought Should I open it or not?  Deciding it was for the best to see what it was in there he opened the tiny metal box. Inside there were pictures of a girl. He couldn't believe his eyes. He knew that girl. He had been crazy about that girl for years. He still remembered her laugh, the way her eyes sparkled every time she was happy. And he could still remember that horrible autumn night. He was coming back from soccer practice when he heard it. The ambulance. He ran after it, trying to see what happened. He found himself staring at a two story house, it's door wide open the paramedics coming trough the door. He saw it all happen. Her body lying there, in a black bag, her mother screaming to the doctors to do something.
A bang brought him back from his thoughts. He looked further into the box and found some pieces of paper. Most of them were blank but one caught his eye:

I love you

with a stain of dried blood on it.
-Deni