As I walk up to your steps I stop to take one last look. I climb the steps counting each one as I step up. Thinking of all the times I walked these coming to meet you. As I reach the top I pause once again. Then I gather my courage and walk up to your door. Then I ring the bell. As you open the door I hold my breath, as if it would help. I can see you have been crying, but I don't want to mention it to you. I say hello but you don't respond back. You just stand there coldly staring at me. It didn't work out between us, I'm sorry I say as quickly as possible. Then I turn my back to you and walk down your steps. I stop at the bottom feeling your eyes on my back. Don't cry I say, I told you never to cry over us. Then I continue on my way to my car. As I near my car door I hear you shout from behind me I wont ever cry, don't worry. I jump, as if I'm surprised that you spoke. I turn around one last time to see your face but its not your face that draws my attention. I turn around just in time to see you plunge a knife into your chest, then you fall to the ground. I start to run up your stairs two by two. Then I sit at your side and take you in my arms. The knife sticks out of your chest with blood oozing out of the wound. I never cried you whisper as blood fills yours mouth. Tears fill my eyes and I tell you I love you. I'm sorry I repeat. The last words you speak are its ok, I love you too. Then your body falls limp in my arms.
As I stand in the bathroom watching the tears run down my face I think of you. I think of all the times I cried and you kissed me until the tears were gone. I put the cold steal blade of the knife to my wrist, but then I hear the doorbell ring. I hesitate in answering, but make my way to the door. I grip the doorknob as if it is what is keeping me alive, and force myself to open it. There you stand. You stare at me as if trying to decided how to say this. Finally you say hello, as if this is just you stopping by to say hi. I don't respond back. You blurt out that me and you didn't work and walk down the steps as fast as you possibly can. I stand there staring at you in shock. Tears filling my eyes. I just watch you walk away from it all. Then you stop at the bottom of the steps and tell me not to cry. How could I not? Only one alternative came to mind. I took the knife that had been resting in my hand and put it to my chest. Then I scream to you I wont ever cry, don't worry. At that moment I plunge the knife into my chest before the first tear can fall. You stare at me for a second and the last thing I see before I fall is you running to me. You rush up to me and hold me in your arms. I become dizzy and can barely see whats going on. I hear you say somewhere in the distance that you love me and are sorry. The taste of blood is in my moth and with all the force in my body I say its ok, I love you too. Then the world goes blank.
