We spent the night watching a film on the couch and laughing. We talked for hours and she fell asleep in my arms. I watched her for so long; softly breathing in and out. There was a strange flutter in my heart followed by an ache. I was too tired to analyse my feelings so I went to sleep too.

When I woke in the morning I found myself watching her again. I couldn't help it. At one point she groaned and shifted causing her hair to brush over my face. It gave me goosebumps.

When she finally woke up we started getting ready for school. I found myself watching her again as she did her hair in the mirror and then again while she ate breakfast.

When we'd finished getting ready she looked up at me with her beautiful doe eyes and said that we should leave otherwise we'd be late. My eyes glanced over her lips and I got butterflies as the memory of our first kiss floated through my mind.

Those thoughts made me nervous. I remember being incredibly awkward as we left the house and started walking down the street. I couldn't quite understand my feelings. Did I just miss her?

I decided that that was a good enough explanation. That I just missed her, that's all.

How senseless of me.

If I could go back now, I would do anything to grab her hand and kiss her right there and then. I would've told her straight away that she'd made my heart flutter that morning and that I didn't want to waste any more time just being friends.

But it was too late.

Because then something really bad happened.

I don't think I have ever been so scared in my entire life.

While we were walking, I stopped to tie my shoelace just before we were about to cross the road. Mandy continued walking thinking I was still alongside her. When she realized I wasn't, she stopped and turned around... but she was already in the middle of the road.

The car came out of nowhere.

I don't think I have ever been so scared in my entire life.

She died.

And it was only then that I realized I loved her.