One's POV: ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I was on the edge of a building. I wanted to throw myself off to make it clear. I was about to do it until Two came. He yelled, "Why are you doing this, One?!" I answered, "To make it clear to you how I feel." He apologized, "I'm sorry!" I chuckled and muttered, "It's too late. Thanks for the moments, Two. They were nothing." Then I did it. I threw myself off. I was relieved when I saw his face. Oh, you don't know why I did that? I'll tell you. Two betrayed me. Why, you ask? He loved Three too. I mean I didn't want her to die...I wanted myself to die. I needed him to feel what I felt when I found out. You probably get it. I found myself in the hospital. At least that's what I think I saw. Two was by my side. I was wondering, "How am I still alive? I dropped from 14 floors..." I felt electricity go through me. My eyes closed. They stayed closed. After about 6 electricity surges, I was officially dead. How am I telling you this story? I'm in heaven. Gladly.
Two's POV: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I apologized. It didn't work. She...she did it. And it was my fault. I carried her to the hospital as fast as I could. I wanted to hold her hand, but they had to take her away. I waited. Waited. And waited. Time passed with agonizing slowness. Until they came. She didn't survive. I walked away. Went to my apartment. I never felt more weak and pointless. I knelt on the floor and cried. You'd do the same if you lost a loved one. I wasn't sure I loved her. But I was sure I would never find someone else like her.
