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Blood. it covered the ground like a flowing river... almost poetic, beautiful; in the way that she mixed her bleeding heart with the red of the roses. Her blood continued to spill, flowing through openings, till the blood and the roses became as one. The solemn cries of loved ones filled the cool midnight air, and the wind gently blew the stray roses.. leaving nothing but a lifeless angel in a sea of red... She, lied there motionless on the ground,dead before anyone noticed...if only they knew she was already dead inside.... She was a such a sweet girl. So hardworking, kind hearted, her personality made her as beautiful on the inside as it did outside. She was ecstatic when she landed her new job as production assistant for one of the major entertainment firms. Though changing, her friends were always good to her, there for her... and of course.. everyone had their stresses, but she was doing so well. She never let on, she never said a word, always wore a smile, always concerned about everyone else and she always tried. She was such a kind soul. Things were really looking good for her future...

A jumper? No one would of believed, as friends and family arrived, horrified at the sight - tears - crying into each others arms... If only they could have been there for her... but who would of known? How could one guess? And why.. why the bed of roses that were obviously not laid to break the fall...but in a pattern no one could understand?

how could she be...

By the time they arrived on the scene.. it was too late. Sick to her stomach, she found it hard to control herself.. not at the site of the blood, but because she knew she could stop it. She didn't think she would.. she didn't think she could...how could she leave her? Her friend tried to throw a comforting arm around her, but she refused... this was all her fault. And now.. now, it was too late to take back the words she said. Or rather...didn't say. Every memory, Every passionate moment, Every emotional thought came flooding to her head - the stars, the picnics, the dancing, how she would lay there at night with her in her arms.. smelling her hair, gently caressing her face, drawing her fingers lightly up and down the curves of her body.. every kiss they had shared was more magical than the one before, every touch was a feeling like no other, just holding her was such a tantric experience that she couldn't even begin to describe... she felt even more weak..sick to her stomache.. she grabed her stomache and fell to the ground...she wanted to cry, she wanted to vomit, but nothing.. not a sound, not a word, nothing came out... her friend despirately tried to help her up but she fought the comfort.All she could do was lie there on the ground... facing the only one that would ever understand her... the ground was cold and damp, the concrete felt as if it was drilling holes into the side of her face...but she lied there.. staring through the crowd...staring at the passionate river that continued to flow. As she lie there, something caught her eye.. a white sheet of paper.. crumbled up in her hands, as if she wanted to make sure it was found on her.

She found the strength to get up, push through the crowd...she pointed out to the officer that there was a piece of paper forcely stuffed into her hand. "Please...I think that might have a lot to do with this...I have to know what it said...I know this woman...she was in my heart" The officer carefully removed the paper and read the words silently to himself. Slowly walked over to her and shook his head... "I don't think you want to know what it said...."

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