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She loved her best friend. She always had, she thought she always would. She didn't realise that he might stop that. She still wasn't sure whether it was him or fate that put an end to her love.

He loved his best friend. He always had, he always would. He'd also break his promise and hurt her more than he could ever imagine. He didn't know that at the time though.

She was sick and tired of hiding her love. She decided that morning, that she'd tell him at lunch. She spent longer getting ready than normal. She tried to forget about what she was going to do at lunch so that she could act normally that day. She couldn't help but look at him more often than usual though. She'd duck her head each time she got caught staring – which was quite often.

He noticed something different about her that day. He noted that she seemed happier, she was almost glowing. He also caught how often she was gazing at him. He loved how she hid her blush behind her hair every time she got caught. He was acting differently that day as well. He was trying to impress her so that she'd fall for him. He answered back in class, smirked a lot and made sarcastic comments all the time, whatever it took. He was colder with her as well, all the while hoping she'd go for the bad boy act. He didn't like being harsh to her, but it was necessary.

She didn't like how he was acting that day. She tried to not let herself get hurt every time that he put her down to make his other friends laugh. She tried to not let her unshed tears spill over. She tried to ignore the feeling of getting stabbed in her heart. She failed. She didn't tell him at lunch. She ran to the bathroom and cried all lunch instead. She went to the remaining lessons and he was extra sweet again. She was more confused than ever but she swore that she'd tell him after school.

He noticed she returned to lessons with recently dried tear streaks down her cheeks and red, blotchy eyes. He still thought she was beautiful but he didn't like seeing her upset. He dropped the act immediately and focused on cheering her up for the rest of the day. He wasn't happy unless she was happy. He was stood with a bunch of his mates outside the school gate at the end of school. He was waiting for her. He always took her home and today was no exception. He watched as she walked towards him with a bounce to her step and a smile on her face.

She looked at the subconscious smile on his face as she almost skipped towards where he stood after school. She took note of his friends scattered around him and knew somewhere in the back of her mind she should wait to tell him, but she'd be damned if she let his friends being there stop her from letting him know. She said the immortal words. She told him that she loved him. She gave him her heart. She could only hope he felt the same way.

He was over the moon; she loved him. He didn't know what to say, how to act. He knew one thing though: he had to be cool, smooth. He looked over at his friends, who were laughing and/or wolf-whistling. He put his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders over. He decided his best bet was to slip into his earlier pretence. He laughed in her face and watched as her face crumpled in pain. He pretended it didn't affect him. He told her to get lost and watched as she did just that, in fact she ran away as fast as she could go. He sighed and had to pretend he didn't care as his friends asked whether they could go after her because she was hot. He hated himself in that instant and swore to himself that he'd make it up to her. He promised himself he'd call her that night once he got back from an evening at his friend's house.

She sprinted to her house and tried to open the door although she could hardly see it due to her tears. She wrenched the door open eventually and stormed upstairs to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her, knowing her parents were out so not worrying about the noise she was making. She made a noise that sounded like a dying animal. She sobbed and her tears streamed down her face. She couldn't believe he would do something like that. She thought she would die from the amount of pain she was in. She thought back to all the times she and her friends had laughed at the girls in books or films who cried over guys. She was now one of them, and there was nothing humorous about her situation. She sat on her bedroom floor and curled into a ball, sobbing and wondering what she was going to do.

He was distracted all evening. He had a feeling something bad was going to happen. He had a feeling something bad was going to happen to her, about her, for her, whichever, it didn't make a difference. He couldn't wait to get home and speak to her. He thought that time couldn't go any slower than it was that evening. He sped through all the slow signs and broke all the speed limits to get home when he finally left his friend's house. He rang her the second he got in but she wouldn't pick up. He sighed and rang again- and again. He called her all the time but she never answered, eventually it didn't even ring. He loved her. He should have just told her that when she told him. He didn't though, because he was trying to be cool. He didn't think that even mattered anymore.

She sighed as the phone interrupted her in the kitchen yet again. She stalked into the hallway and unplugged it, and then she switched off her mobile. She returned to the kitchen in a daze, still not quite believing what she was about to do. She grabbed paper and a pen and wrote him a message. She put it on the floor next to her. She opened a draw. She took out a knife. She set it beside her. She held the note in her left hand. She pressed the knife to her elbow and dragged it to her wrist on her right arm. She repeated it on her left arm. She thought of him as she did it. She thought for a second she'd left this life for no reason, because she thought she didn't love him anymore. She thought of his face though I knew that she did love him still. She left her life for a reason. She left it happy as she imagined his arms around her, him sobbing her name past his tear streaked lips. She imagined she was there. She died.

He decided to visit her at her house. He knew her parents were out anyway. He grabbed his keys and drove over. He saw the kitchen light was on but no other light came out from the house. He hoped she wasn't staying up because of him. He let himself into the house using the spare key from under the mat after he knocked for a few minutes. He called out her name as he started towards the kitchen. He was annoyed when she didn't reply, he knew he made a mistake but she couldn't be that upset, could she? He found himself wondering. He entered the kitchen and froze at what he saw.

She was on the floor. She had tear tracks down her face. She was bleeding. She was holding a note. She was smiling. She had a knife in her hand. She had two long cuts on her arms. She was unconscious. She'd committed suicide.

He ran towards her. He knew it was too late but still he went. He lifted her into his arms and cradled her to his chest. He sobbed her name out. He told her he loved her. He took the note out of her hand, it was tear and blood stained and that only increased his sobs. He read it:

Sorry. I couldn't live with the pain of your rejection. I love you so much, forever. Don't forget me. Tell mum and dad I love them. Look after my little sister; please don't hurt her as you did me. She doesn't deserve this amount of pain. Ever. Sorry. I love you always.

He cried for her family and friends, he cried for his family and friends, he cries for his own stupidity but most of all he cried for her. He scrunched the note up and threw it as hard as he could. He hit the wall as hard as he could. He cried out in anguish. He picked up the knife. He repeated her actions on himself. He wrapped her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her. He whispered he loved her. He left his life to be with her. He left his life with a smile on his face. He died.

Two nameless teenagers were found dead that evening. They went through everything for each other and we don't even know their names. That's how life goes sometimes. You think you are doing something that will never be forgotten but really, you are just passing through, not making a mark.

Et c'est vie.

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Elle F x