High Price of Beauty

I fall slowly on the ground, crying. I clench my fist. What have I done? I asked myself. I've played with his mind over and over again. I had him wrapped around my finger. I considered him as a toy; he considered me as a princess, a queen even. He'd buy me flowers, chocolates. The sort of things men would Do to show their affection. He courted me. I disregarded him. He loved me more than anything in the world. I drove him to commit suicide. He hung himself on my front porch. He held a letter. In it, it said: I loved you all these years. I've realized my worth on this earth. I don't belong here, in the presence of your beauty. You reminded me of Snow White. Your hair being jet black, lips red as rose, skin so fair, smile so sweet. Everywhere you walked, angels followed. You're beautiful. I'm no prince charming. Farewell, my love. I'll be waiting for the day when we'd unite. Years passed by. Here I am now. Still living in the same house where He hung himself. I'm still haunted by his ghost. He'd appear to me in the middle of the night with a smile on his face. He'd whisper, "I'll wait forever for you." On the day, he hung himself, I realized that I lost something precious, something so dear to me. I loved him too. On the day he passed on, twenty years later, I hung myself. Here I am now. Falling slowly on the ground, clenching my fist..

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Note: This never happened. This story was made from my imagination.