Hope Henderson was watching her parents funeral from the top of the stairs.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around saw that it was my boyfriend, the only person I have left.
"Hey.", Mark said.
"Hi.", I said in a dull voice.
"Why aren't you down there?"
"It's too painful."
"Yeah, I understand. Listen there's something I need to talk to you about."
"What is it?"
"Well, um, I don't think that we should be together anymore."
"Why?"
"Because I'm 25. I should be looking for someone to get married to and your just too depressing for me."
"But, I can try, I can-"
"No Hope. This is the end. I'm sorry. This is the way it has to be."
I looked away and then heard a new voice.
"Are you coming, Mark? What are you doing here anyway? Who's this?"
"No one important. Let's go, Courtney."
I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't take this anymore. I had nothing. I had no one. What was I to live for?
When everyone was gone. I walked downstairs and stepped up to my parents coffin.
"Why did you guys leave me? Sure I'm 25, but I'm still young. I need you guys. Why did you have to go?"
I burst into tears and realized what I had to do.
"I'll be seeing you soon. I love you."
