I'm tired.

I always write something sad, even though I want to write something happy. I could start with something profound and inspiring and then end up with something gray and unrelentingly disheartening. And I don't like doing it, it's just that I can't think of anything else. It's always about rain and sadness. Or something like that. Blaaah. Ok, I'm just gonna think of something that makes me happy..

The sky was pale, and the light of the outside was slowly darkening as the sun gradually set behind the horizon, giving the neighborhood a gray-hued appearence. The wind was cold as I stepped out of the house, the rest of my group trailing behind me. I walked slowly down the driveway, my hands concealed in my pockets as I went to lean on the front passenger side door of the car. The others were coming out then, walking around to their respective rides, talking with one another. I wasn't listening to them. I stared down my chest at the cross hanging from the tip of the rosary that was around my neck. I fell into a dream-like state, my mind set on other things than the present, because none of it held my interest.

Then, as if to wake me from my slumber, I heard my name called once. The voice was familiar, and I was glad to hear it directed at me, though my experiences with it were bitter-sweet and meant for a different story. All the same, my attention was drawn back to reality as I lifted my down-turned head and looked up at the source of the sound. She was looking me in the face, which caused me discomfort. "Yes," I replied, attempting to sound indifferent.

What her lips mouthed out next brought on a wave of disbelief, combined with both awe and gratitude. Time slowed, and I lost the ability to comprehend. I couldn't understand. And then the sound of her voice registered in my ears, and the words resounded ever so clearly: "I love you."

After that, nothing mattered. And my memory fails me as to what happened next. Only vague outlines of the rest of the evening. That was the day my doom was sealed. that was the day I truely died.