She couldn't take this anymore! That was it! This life was tough, she hated everyone around her, or they hated her. Tough, no, too tough. Grabbing a knife quickly, she darted out the door. She ignored the tears running down her face, the kids calling her name, those few special friends she was leaving behind.  Bah! Friends! Yeah right, they didn’t care about her. She shook the thoughts out of her head, she was committing suicide, that was that. She turned into that dark alley she often sat at to be alone. She leaned on a wall and looked down. Then at her wrists. And sliced them.  Sliced here, sliced there, sliced both, and watched it bleed, watched the blood flow down her arm, and drip to the concrete. She smiled. This life would be over soon. She wouldn’t have to deal with everything. She wouldn’t have to listen to anyone anymore. She’d have a nice, safe, happy life in heaven. Yes, heaven.. The girl brought the knife to her neck. Smiling again, she started to slice into her skin. But she was rudely interrupted with a kiss. Her eyes widened at first but when she saw those familiar, shining, hazel eyes. She shut her eyes, so she wouldn’t ruin the moment and the kiss lasted a few moments. He pulled away, and said in a sweet voice that she’d remeber forever.
“What were you doing?”
“...I..”
“Hm, come on,” he said, putting a cloth around her wrist, “Let’s go fix you up.”
She walked with him down the alley, and turned the corner.
“Why would you think of doing something like that?” he asked, concerned, something that made the girl feel all warm inside. She wasn’t very used to be concerned for..
“I.. I..”
“Forgot about me?” He said, pecking her on the cheek.
She smiled, “Maybe, for a little while.”
He chuckled and reached down and grabbed her hand. He raised their hands up together and asked,
“Ever heard why those spaces between your fingers are there?”
“What? Why?”
“To be filled with mine.”
She giggled. “That was cheesy.”
“But you liked it, right?”
“Oh, of course.”
“Good.. You know what I think?”
“What do you think?”
“That we should officially call ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Hmm.. I agree.”
“...You do?”
“Yes.”
And so they did; the two remained one of the cutest couples for a long, long time. Noone thought they’d ever be apart.
But we all know they do; and they’ll never be back together again. No matter who thinks it.
No matter who wishes it.
And no matter how much both of them want it back.