For the first two, maybe three months, it was almost perfect. He cared, looked after me. I felt so good. I truly felt like a princess. I thought it would be like this forever. He'd promised me, and I trusted him. I'd seen him change... how he did everything for me. Heh... well, all good things come to an end. This ended too. Because of what? Because of stupidity... His stupidity... and his friends. His friends. I hate them for that, for that day that ruined everything for me, deprived me of hope for a better tomorrow. He was my hope, he was my better tomorrow, he made me want to wake up in the morning and live, I lived for him, he was everything to me.
I would have given anything to turn back time and be home with him on that stupid day. Anywhere, as long as I was with him. Unfortunately... I wasn't there. He was with them. There was an action. Their stupid action. It destroyed everything, everything we were trying to rebuild together, which, honestly, happened very quickly and with great results. I know that if I had been there, none of this would have happened. So, I wasn't there. He stayed; he couldn't have gone with me. He was with them, and just thinking about them makes me sick. One of them's phone rang. Action, action, action. They left. Him too. Why? What was going through his head? They were fighting with some guys. There were a few more of them. They were fighting like crazy. From what others told me later, they'd never seen idiots fight like that. Because to me, it was idiotic. They fought over something stupid. I didn't even care what it was about. He was in the hospital, fighting for his life. He was hit three times in the head with a stick, as hard as he could, and as soon as I heard he was in the hospital, everything flashed before my eyes. My entire life. That life with him. I sat in the hospital half a day, all night. His condition remained unchanged. He was slowly dying... with him, me... my love and his. Ours... Forged over so long. Destroyed and rebuilt. I couldn't stand that no one helped him, no one responded. They waited too long for the ambulance. In the morning, he died. With his soul gone... my love was sucked out... completely. I loved him in my memories. I would give anything to turn back time. I regret that I said so little that I loved him. I regret that I was sometimes angry, that I sometimes wanted to beat him with my gentle hands. I regret everything today. If only God would let me turn back time, I would change so much. Certainly that day, the day I said goodbye to my life, my happiness, the person I loved so much. My tough guy. He was a tough guy. Remembering him brings a smile to my face... but he's gone now. There's no love. There's nothing. Everything collapsed... almost as quickly as it came. I'm happy about one thing. He promised and kept his word. Because he changed. He did it for me every day. I never imagined losing my first love like that... I'll never forgive myself. I hate life, myself, and the whole world for it. He's still in my heart, in my memories, in my head. I know... his soul is always with me, watching over me, and I'm sure they'd love for me to start a life with someone else... All over again. This time without him...
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