She was a beauty.

She was flawless.

She was my love.

I have never known a person as gorgeous as her. Pale, shimmery skin, luscious brown hair, eyes as green as emeralds... Why she was so breathtaking, I'll never know, and why I deserved her will always be a mystery. Without her, I didn't think I could live this life. There wouldn't be any life. She was life.

I had known her ever since I was a child, an infant in fact. We clicked. Fate had brought us together, and not a force on earth could tear us apart. We played together in the nursery while our parents worked, building houses out of blocks and glueing macaroni to paper to make faces. We grew and entered the same school together. We always caused trouble for our teachers, including our headmaster. We were tricksters, leaving pins on seats and always hiding things from the teacher. When we entered the upper levels of school, it was even more fun. Becoming teenagers was quite the adventure. I kissed guys, she kissed girls, and then we would compare over eggs and hash browns at our favorite diner. We explored our styles together, in music, in clothing, in hobbies... in drugs. No, we never were serious druggies, but we liked to experience.

As she matured, she changed. Everyday I swear she was more beautiful than the last. My heart beat a little faster than it usually did. Her smile was priceless.

Entering as 4th years in school was a big deal. We had real uniforms, not just the green jumpsuits we were used to wearing in our younger years. My uniform was a black suit with cream white trim on the collar and sleeve cuffs and a forest green tie. Her uniform was a Gothic styled black dress with the same trim and tie. Although it wasn't required, she wore her hair in a bun with black tights and black high heeled boots. She looked very fresh. I remember teasing her about it.

While I majored in music studies and chemistry sciences, she majored in art history. She was so smart and involved with the school. Being on the student council with her was a true joy. I helped her with her mathematics while she helped me with English. I hate English. What a horrid language.

After school we would spend endless hours in the forests and valleys surrounding our small town. Climbing cliffs, swimming in the rivers, running through the fields... laughter filled the air whenever she was around.

I don't exactly remember when we kissed for the first time, but I know I'll never, ever forget it. Her lips were like cotton. Her mouth felt so cool and firm against mine. Her body melted into me. It was the best feeling in the world.

I don't think I'll ever be able to fully describe what she meant to me, still means to me. So perfect, so beautiful, a jewel. She was an angel. With wings as sparkly as silver and as smooth as silk, she lifted my heart. We flew over wheat colored fields and peach colored skies. We flew into the ebony night sky. I can almost remember the feeling of touching the stars. With her, I could go anywhere. I could do anything. She was mine. I was hers. There was nothing better.

But now...

Now it's different.

I sit here in this cold and dank basement with my knees pulled to my chest.

My shoulders shake as I silently choke my sobs.

I can taste my warm tears.

My head hurts from all this crying. All this dying inside.

It's dark. It's always dark here.

Why'd she have to leave me?

Cen fath go raibh a bhfuil tu a bas, Alexis?