Thursday 5/16/02
She was standing in her own puddle of tears. Gripping a picture of him in her soft, beautiful hands, up to her chest. She looks down at the gun that laid next to her. Just then when she picked up the gun a bright light came to her. The light had hold her with warmth, comfort, compashion, love..... Her tears dried up as she leaned close to the light. She had his picture in one hand and the gun in the other hand, she couldn't choose life or death. She squeezed the clutch when she puts it up to cheek..... A voice said to her "Please don't do it....for me... just essere ancora la mia bella bamola.....ti amo.... She heard his voice, he was the light holding her in a blanket of warmth, it's him. She dropped the gun on the ground. She started to cry once again when he spoke to her. The light started to disapear. She didn't want him to leave but he had to. When he left her side she crawled into a little ball on the ground, hugging her knees close to her. She had the picture of him laying next to her, she cried silently, her lover was gone....."ti...amo....."
By, Kiki Ayame
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