She came home from school, wanting to end her life. Her boyfriend broke up with her, she failed almost every subject, and she fought with the whole group. She questioned the point of life…was there one? The only thing she had on her mind while taking a knife out of the kitchen was her best friend. If seemed unfair to her, leaving him alone. He needed her, and most important…she needed him. She was in love…she only had this boyfriend so he would never find out she loved him. That’s what scared her even more. So she decided to write him a letter before she would commit suicide. She told him how much she loved him, and she told him to go on. She was unlucky and had to end it all. But he shouldn’t stop believing in the power of love. As they say, hope is what goes last. And since her hope is gone, there’s no point for her to live.
She put the letter in an envelope and send it off. For she didn’t know it’d reach him, in two hours and a half. He came back from soccer practice, and looked on his desk. There was an envelope on it, he didn’t even turned it over, he ran fast to the phone. He dailed her number, hoping she was home. She had the knife over her wrist. She was about to cut it open, but then the phone rang. She didn’t think ’bout picking up, but the phone rang and she thought it might be her love…her best friend…her everything. She went to the phone and picked up. She melted away by listening to his voice:
I love you, I’m really sorry this comes so late. I was too scared telling you and risking our bond. You are my everything, I don’t want to lose you. I got your letter, I haven’t opened it yet. But I felt like I have to call you, and tell you I love you. I always have, and I always will.
She didn’t tell him he rescued her life that night…
