Although she dedicated her love to him, he shoved her aside and ignored it. She baked him cakes, bought him flowers, even gave him answers to tests and homework. He simply laughed and walked away, yet she came crawling still. Little did she know, he wasn't able to feel. His heart no longer existed, for it had been broken so many times by girls and boys. He thought something was wrong with him, thought he didn't deserve love. Thought she was faking. He noticed her alright, just only when he wanted to. He did this to keep his fragile heart from shattering completely. She thought she knew him, had all of the info and tabs she needed on him to understand, but...her definition of love was obsession. All she knew was knowledge; she had to know everything about anything. Her father had taught her this when he threw bottles of beer at her telling her she was naive and knew nothing. These two were the only people in school who knew true pain. She, the most. Unable to handle the rejection mush longer, she strung a rope to her fan, looped it around her neck, and jumped from her bunk bed. She died holding a framed picture of him. Only then did he notice her fully, notice her passion, and soon he was staring down the barrel of a .45. That was the end of love.