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for her birthday you gave her a framed picture of yourself that she kept on the stool by her bed. she told you it was the best present she had ever gotten. you were so happy. you had fights, little ones here and there, but nothing major. she came over every day after school, she helped you with your homework, even though you really didnt need any. sometimes you even pretended to be stupider then you were, she never caught on. she was so naive about everything, so innocent and you loved that about her. when your friends invited you to parties you brought her along, when your grandfather died she was by your side. she cried right along with you at his funeral and drove your old honda back to the reception because you were too upset to drive. you would call eachother early monday morning to make sure the other one was awake. you picked her up at 8 and she never minded the noise your car made while driving down the narrow suburb streets. at school everyone thought you were the IT couple, destined to be together forever. on valentines day you decided to surprise her, it was a saturday and you drove up to her house with flowers and rang the dorbell. you knew she'd be happy to see you. no one answered so you pushed the door open. there before you was an empty house, there were no chairs, no couches, everything was gone. there was no note, no address, no nothing. you ran up to her room it was all empty except for a broken picture frame lying on the ground, you came up and looked closer, it was the picture of you, lying shamelessly on the floor. that night you went home and shot yourself through the head with the gun your father had bought just last week. the day of your funeral was dark and miserable. on that day, she wasn't the one standing near your grave remembering your smile, she wasn't the one consoling your parents. she wasn't there at all, but i was.