It was about five years ago when I first met her. It was on the roof of our high school. I remember that day as if it was yesterday. Her short black hair was being swept up by the calm breeze, her eyes were closed as she in the fresh air.
My first thought of her was, 'What a dark angle.' Weird, right? It doesn't matter, I hesitated to move any further. Before I could turn back, her dark eyes glanced at me.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She asked. Her voice instantly burned into my memory.
I walked a little distance from her and sat on the ground. I started sketching and drawing in my drawing pad. Only one image was in my head, her. The way her hair flowed, the dark mysteriousness in her eyes, and her tall, slim figure, where all the curves and shape was just right.
Without even realizing it, my hand started sketching, her. I was so into it, I didn't notice her peering over my shoulders. It was only when she spoke I realized.
"What are you doing?" She had asked me.
"Drawing," I answered not meeting her eyes.
"Can I see?"
I slightly gripped tighter to the book. At was still shy about showing people my drawings.' I haven't shown anyone it, so why should she be any different,' I was a stupid kid, not so?
After a moment of silence, I gave it to her. Every fiber in me had told me not to but at the same time my mind and heart was telling me to. She flipped through and then suddenly stopped on a certain page. I glanced at it. It was my drawing of a beach I once visited. It's a beautiful beach, and the set sun only added to it's charm.
"Your really good, kid," She passed back the book, with. A soft sad smile. 'Why is she sad?' Another time, I should have noticed early.
And in pure ignorance, I ignored the bruises on her hand and neck.
"Wait kid doesn't match, I'll call you artist," She smiled again but this time it was more genuine.
"I'm Luna," She greeted me.
"Alexander, or just Alex," That day on the roof top was only the beginning.
"You know, I could tell, you going to be famour one day," The warmed my heart.
I started going every break and lunch time, and every break and lunch time she'll be there. I don't know how it happened but as days went by the distance between us got smaller and smaller. Some days, she'll even take a short nap on my lap. Those moments meant everything to me.
Just being around her gave me inspiration to draw. I started a secret project, I really wanted to show it to her but it was never done or ready in time. Once she invited to hang out after school, and I accepted. I met her that weekend at the mall, she was wearing a long track pants with a simple white t-shirt.
Why did I remember that outfit specifically? Because, it reminds me that even though she was dressed extremely simple, she was the most beautiful girl in my world. We had a blast, we ate ice- cream, caused light trouble around town, eat, talk. When night fell in us, she took me down a path in the forest, when she stopped it was at this large tree with a tree house. We climbed up.
We laid on the wooden board, staring at the starry night. Only I was looking at the sky but at her. She was mesmerizing, the brave way she acted, her beauty, her charm, or just her. I knew I liked her. She looked over at me and I couldn't stop myself.
"I like you," I blurted out without thinking.
She didn't say anything for a while, then smile. What she did next played over and the over in my head for weeks. She kissed me, her lips tasted of chocolate, her lips were soft. It was my first kiss.
"Me too," The joy I felt by those words.
We laid there hand in hand, we even walked back like that. We were almost in front of her house when we heard yelling and glass shattering.
"What's that?" I asked, honestly scared. What a coward I was and still am.
"It's nothing, my dad just had a few drinks. It's ok," She tried to reassure me. And like a fool I believed her.
"Luna!" A male voice yelled completely livid.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Hold you horses!" She yelled back.
"Get your whore ass in here!" He yelled again.
She looked me in the eye, her's filled with love and sadness.
"I'll see you tomorrow," She kissed me. If only I knew that would our last kiss. I would of never stopped kissing her.
"Yeah, have a good night," If only I knew that would be our last goodbyes. I would of never said goodbye.
Her hands slowly separated from mines. If I knew that would be the last time I ever hold her again. I would of never have let go of her hand. When her figured disappeared into the house. That would be the last time I ever saw her again.
The next day at school, she wasn't there. And the day after that, and the day after that. I waited, she never came. Where was she? Is she sick? All naive thinking. Deep down I knew the answer but I would never admit it out loud. After a week of waiting, I went to her house. It was surrounded by police tape. I stood there.
"Can I help you young man?" An elderly voice asked.
It was her neighbor, "I'm looking for Luna, she lives here."
Her face sadden, "I'm sorry dear, but she died last week. Her father killed both her and her mother, then took his own life."
I could feel the world shatter around me, "It's such a pity. She really was a nice girl, she didn't deserve to go out like that, nor did she deserve such abusive parents."
"If you knew, why didn't you tell someone?! Why didn't you call the police?! Why didn't you do something?!" Tears were running down my face as I yelled.
"Why didn't I do something?" I said softer.
Before the woman could say anything else, I ran away. What a coward, I know. I couldn't save her, it's all my fault. I went home and cried to my parents, they tried to comfort me. But what could they possibly say to ease the guilt I felt.
We found out about where her funeral was held. I even got to go. When I was looking at her pale body, laying in a casket. It didn't match her at all, not that liveless look.
'Why would you leave me right after she said you like me?'
'You were suppose to be there when I got famous.'
I took the her favorite drawing from my book and put it on top of her.
"I never understood why you like that drawing," I said out loud.
"Because that's her favorite beach, it was the first and last time she ever went to the beach," Her grandma had told me.
That's it. To others this was a tale of regret but to me, it was a tale of love. She forever remained my inspiration. My dark angle.
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