Her death

Prolouge

I remember the smell of her apple perfume, the way her hair hung not to far over her shoulders. She was my light to the dark, the one person I trusted with my everything. I never got to tell her I loved her , that I wanted to spend my life with her. She was supposed to be my happy ending , and because of my un ability to express love or feelings , she'll never know. 
And I'll never be able to grow old with her, to ask her out on our first date , to hold our children. Every night before I go to sleep I imagine being in her arms , feeling her soft breath against me while I hold her. Her beautiful teeth would show behind that smile that drove me crazy, that smile I'd receive anytime I complimented her, any time she was happy.. and now, she's gone .