I could remember only bits and pieces of her at a time. What those images aroused in my mind, was sorrow. Sorrow, that I would never be able to touch her. Never again could I even speak to her. She was gone.

Her hair always seemed as if it was flowing around her face. Flowing, as if making her seem even more angelic than one could possibly imagine, and when the wind hit it ever so slightly, it would seem as if everything around her held its breath in anticipation.

Why was fate so cruel that it took her from me? If ever there was I time I had the power to save someone, I wish it had been then. It seems as if the world itself had turned its back to me. It had betrayed me, it had let her die.

Her eyes were the most magnificent shade of hazelnut. They seemed to be able to absorb a person with their intensity. Intensity that seemed to emanate from within, as if their was great wisdom hidden there.

Had I been the one to kill her? Could it have been some weird twist of fate that caused this to happen to the one I love? I had loved her more than anything else in my life. My life had been ravaged with conflict and sadness. Where I had never truly known what it meant to be loved, she was there. But now she is no longer here.

Her lips always seemed to be ready to twist into a smile at a moments notice. They always knew how to not only brighten her face, but also, the faces of those around her. They had felt like silk, the softest silk that had ever been on this planet. With a shade of red that would make any rose jealous.

I have lost her. I have lost her and will never see her again. Never will I taste her lips on mine. Never will I become lost in her eyes. Never will her soft words comfort me. She will be forever gone and it is all my fault. Ariana, I will miss you.