• I fingered the words I had imprinted on it. Maria and Chris I took a breath and handed him the photo album.
    "These are... memories so you won't forget me."I softly whispered. He tenderly held it in his hands and looked at the words. He opened the cover but I placed the palm of my hand on it and shut it. "Don't open it until I leave." I swallowed hard, and walked away, leaving the tears that had started to form in the corner of my eyes. The tears burned as they rapidly fell down my cheeks. I let them continue to fall and stain my blue blouse. I held them in for nights, forcing myself to stay strong, but it was too much. When I found out, I remember that I cried my heart out. I teared so much that my eyes were bloodshot and my heart ached from the lost of trust. After hours of loathing myself, I stopped. I thought, why should I kill over something a stupid mistake a juvinille boy had made? From then on, I vowed to never to shed a single tear over him again. But this was different. They poured out like nobody's business. I could taste the salt in the edges of my mouth and I cried some more. He watched me as I strolled away, silently shaking as I walked. He didn't care about me. He paused, then he opened the album, the pages were white. He flipped through several more pages, but the slots remained empty. He was dumbfounded. We had been together for three months, I still remember the moment he asked me. I hugged him and didn't let go. We started out just as friends, but over the next couple of weeks, we became closer. Everyone had warned me that he was no good. I knew this for a fact, seeing the way he treated others, but I didn't care. I was madly in love, and I fell too hard for the wrong boy. There were a couple flaws with Chris. I always wished for me and him to just simply take a stroll beside the lake in the moonlight, hand in hand, and his slight, musky smell, filling inside of me, making me warm. But my dream was never fullfilled. No matter how many times he said I love you, he could never fill the empty feeling deep inside of me, the place where our romantic dates should have been, and the trust that we were suppossed to have for eachother. Instead, there was a hole, that burned more and more of me, and killed me slowly everytime I saw him with the other girl...

    (May be continued)