• It's raining. What a perfect setting for a funural. Unfortunatly it had to be Adrien's sad departure. There were a lot of people. Most weren't even family, nor were they friends. The preature was paying his last respects but I couldn't hear a word of it. Or was it that I just didn't want to hear it. But I do remember stairing blankly at the coffin now slowly desending into the six foot hole. The unreconizable people tried to confort me, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to die right then and there with him. To be with him again. To hold him in my arms again. As I was being held, and they began to burry my beloved, I shoved my way away from the others. "Serenity!" I could hear them shouting. But I paid them no mind as I began my walk home. Recalling how Adrien and I first met.

    We were kids then. He was six and I was four. I had just moved next door when he introduced himself to me and had taken my heart. The two of us were like two peas in a pod. We had always remained that way. It was in high school that are relationship got more serious. I supose you could call us high school sweat hearts. His gental touch, dark brown gaze, the warmth of his embrace, the sway in his burnett locks just spoke that we were soul mates and ment to be together forever. Why had he had to go to work so soon? If he had just waited five minuets he wouldn't have been robbed and brutaly murdered. Why?

    As I stood on my front porch now, soking wet and peices of my maroon hair stuck to my cheeks, I could hear myself repeating in my head "Its all over now." I beleived it. Finally inside, I made my way up to our room. Sitting on our bed, looking around at pictures of you, your clothes, and your things, I sob uncontrolably. I don't remember falling asleep, but I surly did. When I finaly awoke, the day time had faded and been replaced with nightfall. Still it rained. Slowly I got up and rummaged through the closet looking for my favorite picture and one of his shirts. The shirt I found had been the blood soked shirt that was on him the day he died. The picture I chose was one when he proposed to me. "I should rumage a little more," I thought to myself. I knew what I was looking for and shurly enough, I found it. A pistol with one bulet left. Silence was all that was heard in the house as I sat on the bed. Cluching Adrien's shrit, our picture, and stairing at the gun. Thinking that this is the only way we could be together. The only way I can hold you in my arms again. To smell your warmth. Tonight is the night. This is the end. I will join you my love and forever we will be together.