Thud.
I. I loved her. She was my everything. She made me feel as our solar system feels to the ever expanding universe. She was to me what a glass of water is to a dying man. My fingers trembled when I brushed her olive hair behind her perfect ears. As I said she was my everything, but I. I was her nothing. She said she loved me I took her out to dinner and I bought her jewelry and she returned these gifts by sleeping with my brother. She betrayed me, she ruin my life, she crushed my trust, and she broke my heart. Yet. I still love her. I've tried moving on, but I'm still tortured by her memories. I can't go on living without her, and I can't imagine heaven without her. So I drove to her apartment complex, and waited, I waited until I saw her heavenly devilish face. I stepped out of the car and moved towards her. I still remember what she said; "Joseph? What are you doing here-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT GUN?!" I also remember the sound of the shot and the thud of her body as it hit the cool asphalt. And I remember putting the gun to my head and trying with all my will power to pull the trigger. I was a coward that day, but not today. No, no, not today. Because all I have to do is lean back a little bit and gracefully fall to the ground. As I fall now I am recalling all of the events that lead up to this, and I only regret one thing. That she will not be able to hear my thud as I hear hers.