It's been 3 days since I was killed. 3 agonizing days for the boy with the scar... My lover... My husband... My Mello. It was a normal January day when Mello asked me to help him. Neither of us had any idea I would be killed. We planned to have dinner that night at our favorite restaurant. Those plans fell a part the moment I got into my car. The last kiss I'd ever receive from him. The last "I'll see you soon" from him also. I'll miss his sweet and loving voice. Our adopted son will never see his father again but he'll still have Mello. Mello and I were so close to our anniversary. Now instead of being happy with our family I'll be 6 feet under and my family and friends will be crying. I know Mello will blame himself I just know it. He shouldn't though... It wasn't his fault it was mine. I never should have stopped driving... I should have kept going. I'll never be able to tell them how I feel... I'll never see them again.
