You were great. You were happy, loving, beautiful, funny, silly, everything. And best off all you could get Mike out of anything. Any emotion.. any debt.. anything. But one thing you couldn't get him out was the grief he felt when you got into the crash. Why did he have to yell at you? Would you have been able to see without the tears in your way? Would you still be here?.. Worst of all, the last thing he said was that he hated you. But you said you love him. He only wanted you back. He wanted to feel your skin.. boy, did he love how soft you skin was. You could be in your 90s and look 40. But you couldn't be 90. All because he had to make you cry.

He gave up on Abby. Abby wasn't doing any better, she loved you just as dearly. She needed him. But he couldn't be there. And he didn't think he deserved to be there at all. The toes of his shoes peaked over the edge of some shitty broken down building. Cars flew back and forth on the road beneath him. He ran his finger over the picture of him and you. How he missed your smile.. so pretty.. He press a kiss against the photo before letting himself fall.. But something grabbed him.