I saw him today passing me in the halls. We always somehow managed to catch one another's eye. I used to smile and greet him with an innocent wave but I felt so awkward now that all I do is turn around and walk the other way. Besides he doesn't need me, he's the star of the basketball team. I'm just a poor girl who loves books. he could never love me back. But one day I told him I loved him and he just left me broken. My hopes were shattered and my desire to be loved back was slimming to a sliver. The cute little freckles to the glowing smile I used to dream of. So when my will to live darkened I slept, my hope crumpled and my body weakened. I grew sick and decided to go. He was the one keeping me here and now he's gone. No one will miss me.... that's what I thought. The day after I had given up he showed up to my house with beautiful flowers and a box of candies, I instantly knew I screwed up my chances of one day being his when I saw it all. I had left my sister and my parents, was it hard? Yes. Do I care? No.

He was the death of me, and I him.