his side: It's my birthday... yay. "Happy birthday to me..." I'm turning thirteen... who cares? My parents are still outside screaming at each other.*The door slammed shut... Footsteps coming up the stairs... The jingle of the belt* My dad is coming to beat me. I hope he does it quick.
-on the roof-
at least he only hit me for five minutes this time. I expected to be beat for at least an hour, I guess this is my present... I have a much better present, for everyone... I'll disappear.
her side: I saw him on the roof, daring the challenge, when i was forced to call out "Hey why are you up there?"
he came down. "Hi." his face as still as a rock, his body covered in bruises.
"what are you do-"
"Happy birthday to you."
*blushing* "my birthday is today... isn't yours too?"
No response...
"good bye." he whispered with an emotionless face.
my heartbeat, faster...
"good bye?" I accedently murmured
one question pounded on my head "why?" even though I could come up with a million answers, I didn't want him to... go.
he got closer to the edge of the roof... his face still emotionless... he had no regrets...
before he jumped off he screamed "Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to you!... It's not happy, it's just a birthday... I won't regret this too: I love you."
As he jumped, my tears dropped on the floor, I had to save him, but if I do... he'll suffer more... "I DON'T CARE!" I screamed to the rejection of him suffering more, I ran towards his falling body, everything seemed to be in slow motion.
I didn't run fast enough, his body just lying there in the opening... I sobbed and whimpered as I carefully lifted his head, soothing it I whispered "I love you so..."
I heard his spirit say
"One rose, One flower, they're both special like us. When the flower blooms, the rose blossoms. When the rose burns, the flower disappears, but they are together... forever."
His tender spirit and I were and are together, but it's not enough to say "I love you", I want to be there, with you.
I took his knife, the thing he always kept for emergencies, I thought of everyone I knew, realized no one would miss me, but I didn't care. I used the knife to cut myself. As I did I wrote "if there's a sun and moon, we'll be the moon." on his and my arm, and rested there, where no on could see our spirits free of all out troubles.
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