text: I had spent months laughing at her jokes, adoring her take up every hour of my time and enjoying every moment with her. All it took for me to drive her away was a brief look at my past. I watched as she sat there on the station, soaking wet, the rain pouring down on her despite her umbrella. All I could feel as I watched her was a need to help her into my car, dry off and show her again that I loved her. I knew she would never see me again by choice. She knew who I really was and I frightened her. I had never felt so much loneliness before. For someone so close she felt so far away. Reflecting back on my life now she was the best thing that ever happened to me, yet she also caused me more pain than I ever thought I could feel in a lifetime. It scared me how much I could feel for someone I had known for such a short time but it also made so much sense. She was my completion, she calmed me, she understood me and made sense of me, and I her. I can still hear her words from our last fight. She yelled at me for lying, for being someone else someone she didn’t know. She was right about me. Maybe I lied, but it was to protect me, no, protect us from the people who would try to hurt me through her. And I could not let that happen. Her train was pulling up to the station. It groaned forward, an automaton moving on its track. I watched her get up, her beauty never dampened even by the rain and I watched as she went to board the train. The doors opened, and she began to move. She picked up her sodden cases, folded her soaked umbrella and moved towards the train carriage. I started my car engine and prepared for the girl I loved to leave my life forever. The first shot came from the other side of the car park and missed her entirely, burying itself in the train carriage. The second shot tore through her right shoulder, slamming her into the train. I was frozen in horror and could only watch as the third and fourth bullet entered her chest and stomach. The fifth and final bullet hit her in the heart and I swear I could feel her life drain out of her. She slumped against the train, bleeding and broken. Before she hit the ground I got out of my car and sprinted to her. I held her to my chest, she lay there looking into my eyes and quietly whispered to me: “I forgive you”. I held her tighter, now covered in her blood and I made the decision then, to hunt down whoever had done this, and I was going to destroy them. Nothing was going to stop me... &#x200B; &#x200B; *I wrote this for school and my teacher said it was good.