Hazel Eyes

When I got the call, it ripped my heart straight from my chest. After six years of loving him, I was no longer allowed to call him mine. I wasn't allowed to love him anymore - but it was so hard to let go. Fine. If he was going to leave behind the people that loved him and listen to his favorite song before leaving, then who were t h e y to stop me from following him? It would hurt to much to stay here, without him. I quickly found that I hated what I would become - a shell, a husk. I was deathly afraid of what I had to do to be with him, but I knew I had no choice.

I loved him.

And I WAS going to be with him ... in the end, that was all that mattered.