He loved your voice. Your confidence. The feeling as if he could change the world with you by his side.

Even if no one could know about you to he loves the passion you gave him, the energy you brought to a room. The love you never stopped giving.

When he saw you everything changed.

He saw you on the floor with a knife making contact with your wrist. Blood. You were harming yourself and he's going stop it.

He ran over to you and went to grab your wrist but the knife went threw his hand.

That's when he noticed that you didn't even recognize him. You gave no response to his actions.

That's when he heard you say that you were sorry for not paying attention and because of you he died.

That's when it clicked.

He died last week in a car crash.