I hate to admit it but meeting him for the first time was one of those magical stereotypical time stopping moments. A cliché.
A cliché that I didn't think would occur to me considering the current demise I've put myself in.
It was at a Halloween party when I had met him. He had turned around to be introduced to a girl dressed up as a cute gothic version of Alice in Wonderland (remember her, she's important). It was in that moment that her and I stopped in our tracks. I could feel her slight gasp and sense her heart skip a beat. His smile just anchored my very existence and at the same time I knew he saw right through me.
No, he literally saw right through me. Dear Readers, I was there at the party and at the same time I wasn't. I'm dead. Death by suicide.