It was the 3rd of December, you were sitting in the snow outside your school when your eyes stopped at the sigh of your bestfriend: Scaramouche.

He was with Mona, one of your classmates and...She was wearing his sweater.

You didn't feel anything, just a painful void in your chest. You like Scaramouche, you've liked him for five years, and never told him.

But how could you hate her? She's such an angel...but you kinda wished she was dead.

I wish I was Mona...