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"Hello," she said.

the sweetest hello I ever heard.For a moment I forgot what I was doing and turn towards the sound. And I saw someone so beautiful...

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" she said suddenly.

"Huh?"

I look down and notice I was bleeding from my wrist. Luckily I missed my vain and managed to only scratch myself good enough. she rushes to grab me some napkins from the dispenser to help stop the bleeding.

"Thank you" I said as i took the napkins from her.

"You going to be okay?" She watched as I applied pressure to the cut. Then I covered the rest of my arm with my sleeves to hide the other scars.

"Yah.... I'll be okay" I said with a low stinginess in my voice. "It's just a scratch."

"Can I sit with you?'

I look around and then noticed how crowed the cafe was today. Not a table left open. And before I could answer she sits next to me with her cup of tea. I looked at her funny for a moment, wondering what is she up too? then started to stand up.

"i gotta go anyways"

"Please don't...." she said with a hint of sadness...." I don't like to sit alone.... tea should be shared with a group anyways"

"Huh?" is this a joke I thought to myself. But for some reason I decided to stay and sat back down. Besides when was the last time a beautiful woman asked you to sit with them?

PLEASE NOTE THIS IS ONLY A WORK OF FICTION AND THIS JOURNAL IS A BOOK IN PROGRESS. SO PLEASE COMMENT..... AND BEWARE OF ADULT LANGUAGE AND SITUATIONS.

CHAPTER 1

Today was our anniversary. The day I looked her deep in hers eyes and somehow manage to stutter the words "I love you." Hmph.... you should of seen me practicing saying it. Damn... did i ever look like a fool! I was a fool. When i was waiting to tell her that day she look at me and asked whats wrong. i started to tear up. i was afraid because its the first time. I took a deep breath. And started to stutter, "I.....I....I..."

she interrupts me and asked, " you what?"

I started to say real loud and started to speak real low "I....love you"

"What?" She said.

I repeated with tears running down my cheeks as calm as i could, "I love you." She just looks at me and doesn't say a word. then got up and walked away from the table. Leaving me with the bill and tears running down my shocked face.

So here I am at the same table, at the same cafe, years later. I haven't felt a thing since that day. The pain of that day was so bad it made me grow numb on the inside. Today i remember the man that died that day. Somehow I always knew that love would be the death of me.

I sat there with my wrist exposed and a butter knife in the other hand. Wondering if i did it, would i feel it? I stared at my wrist for a while and then started to move the towards the biggest vain I could find. And then I was interrupted.