The power of love

It was a December morning. Snow mixed with rain, creating a hideous slick. Cars roared past, splashing everyone. People walked, bent double because of the strong wind. The Christmas spirit was already in the air. Everywhere, laughing snowmen and Santa Clauses were in the windows, and here and there, colorful lights twinkled. She walked through the crowds and the colorful decorations. She walked slowly, her hands in the pockets of her black jacket. Her head was down, and her long, black hair was blowing in the wind. She walked, avoiding puddles. Her high, black laced boots were caked with a paste of sleet and snow. But she kept walking. She paid no attention to the joy and euphoria of the people rejoicing at the thought of Christmas. She glanced back, but the wind immediately whipped her long hair away, blinding her.

"Amelia!" she heard. She stopped. She felt someone running and suddenly grabbed her around the waist.

"What?" she snapped.

"Amelia...please...listen to me," the person pleaded.

"But there's nothing to talk about here. It's over, Alan," the girl said. She looked into his dark eyes.

"Listen to me. Please! It's not what you think..." Alan grabbed her shoulders. "

No? Oh, right? So how do you explain that blonde you were making out with?! Come on! Why don't you tell me she lured you? That she dragged you into the kitchen and threatened you? That's ridiculous! I saw what I saw! And I know one thing: I don't want to know you!" Amelia burst into tears. They stood in a small alley. There was no one around. Just her and him. The boy released Amelia. His gaze became cold.

"I love you. But I see you don't care about me. You don't even want to listen to me. Well, goodbye, Amelia. And remember, I'll always love you." With that, Alan turned and ran. Amelia stood frozen, wiping away her tears. She felt awful, but she was also angry at Alan. It was his fault! First, he invited her to a party, danced and kissed her, and when she wasn't looking, he was making out with some fake blonde in the kitchen. She loved him. She trusted him. But after what she saw, she didn't know what to do. She ran out and never went back. Alan had called, yes, but she didn't want to know him. And today... Today, she didn't want to listen to him. Amelia wiped away her tears and slowly walked back. She hated Alan, but deep down, she knew she loved him! She was torn and didn't know what to do. Maybe she should have listened to him? Tears welled up in her eyes again. She looked up at the sky.

"God, I'm only 14..." she whispered. She turned a corner and found herself in front of her house. As usual, no one was there. She pulled out her key and turned it in the lock. Warm air flowing in from inside greeted her. Amelia undressed and went to her room. It was her sanctuary. She sat down on a soft armchair and began to think... She cursed herself for not listening to Alan. What if he truly loved her, and what had happened... after all, no one was perfect... The girl pulled her knees up to her chin. Tears wouldn't stop flowing. Amelia rested her head on the armchair and fell asleep.

She woke up late in the evening. The house was still quiet. She felt thirsty, so she went downstairs to the kitchen. On the counter was a note:

"Amelka, honey, we went to the Markockis. We'll be back late. Parents."

Well, as usual, they were partying and she had to stay home alone. She reached for a cup and poured herself some water. She stood there for a moment, sipping, until she heard a sound from her phone. It was a text message. She ran for her cell phone. It was from Alan. Amelia stiffened. She read the message:

"My darling, I'm sorry you didn't want to listen to me. Know that I love you like no one else in the world. But I can't live like this, knowing that you won't forgive me. Remember that I love you. Goodbye..."

The phone slipped from Amelia's hands. She quickly called Alan's cell phone, but no one answered. She cursed and started dressing. Where could he be now? She quickly tied her shoes and, without buttoning her jacket, ran out of the house. She stood in the street for a moment, unsure where to look for her boyfriend. Wait! Oh yes! The station! Amelia remembered Alan once saying how beautiful it would be to die under a train... She'd laughed at it then, but now... She started running. She ran as fast as she could, knocking over people and splashing mud. Luckily, the station wasn't far. Amelia burst onto the platform, pushing her way forward, searching for Alan's dark hair. She was desperate. She ignored the snide comments about "today's youth." She desperately searched for him. There he was! He was standing on the edge. A train sped past in the distance, its lights flashing. Amelia ran to him. Suddenly, she felt herself bump into someone. Ignoring it, she tried to push her way to Alan... The train was close. Alan closed his eyes. He spread his arms. Amelia was right behind him. Someone shouted, "He wants to kill himself!" The train was already there. Alan threw himself under it. Everything happened in slow motion. Amelia screamed, "Nooooo ...

A crowd of people gathered at the scene of the accident. Everyone whispered nervously. Two bodies, two black bags. Police were taking notes of what witnesses had seen. Sobbing echoed somewhere. People looked with sympathy at their weeping parents. Among the gawkers was a little girl. She stood alone, inconspicuous. She looked up. She smiled to herself. Two white figures soared above the ground. They were hugging. A boy and a girl... After a moment, they disappeared in the light. The girl whispered,

"Great is the power of love..." and, still smiling, disappeared.