• "May I walk with you?" I ask, a smile form my lips hoping, no... Praying you will say yes.

    You frown at me, your beautiful eyes widen in shock that I ask this of you. Your face darkens from the blood rushing to your face to form a blush. My smile doesn't flatters a bit, as I feel a bit odd from asking this silly question.

    Of course you don't want me to follow you home, what was I thinking? It seems like I'm a stalker!

    "Um, sure?" You finally say, your voice is low, your eyes down cast.

    My heart stops a bit from your answer. It feels like it is going to burst out of the pure enjoyment of those words from leaving your mouth. My smiles changes to a grin, and I don't even care if it seems that I'm a creeper.

    We walk down the cold, windy streets to your house. I memorized how to get to your home in all the times trying to gain the courage to say hello. I look down at you, for I was curse to being a tall human, and watch your hair flutters with the wind. You look up at me, our eyes met. A warm feeling rushes through my body.

    "How has life been to you?" I try to make some small talk, just so i can hear your voice.

    You don't answer right away, as if trying to think of some sort of lie... But that's just me being paranoid. "Um... It's been life-like." You look up at me and smile kindly, as if saying it doesn't matter what I go through.

    But it does. To me, you are everything.

    I brake our gaze. "I've always wanted to tell you something."

    This is it! I will tell you! You will realize that you are not alone! Those years of thinking you are nothing will come to an end as I hold you forever.

    But... My brain halts. I can't form the words I dread to not say.

    You don't even react to the fact I don't say anything. "I-it's better not to tell me."

    My heart stops as I realize we are at your home. I try searching to say something, anything to make you not go into your house. I feel like ripping my head off and tossing it across the street just so you don't leave me.

    But you do.

    As you say your goodbyes as if it will be our last time speaking.

    I didn't realize until later that night it was our last.

    My world crashes. I feel as if I was flying when I was near you, but now... I'm falling...

    This is what I get for falling for you.

    My little suicidal love.