Dear Diary,

    When I started writing in this book it was because I didn’t want to forget the good times with him. And then it slowly became entries about fear and worry when he started to drift away from me and cheat. And now it ends with his death. I miss him more and more each day, it feels like I’m only half alive and half complete without him. I wish I could take back what I said; take back when I said that our relationship was a up… That I didn’t want to see him ever again. I wish I could have prevented the argument in the first place and at least waited until we got home. That way he would have been paying attention to his surroundings and we wouldn’t have run that red light. We wouldn’t have crashed and he would still be here with me. I need him and yet I’m the reason he’s dead. Everything is my fault. With that, he closes the book slowly as his tears start to fall uncontrollably. He throws the diary to the corner of his closet. And there it sits, untouched and forgotten about in the end.

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so late I had a lot going on that I had to deal with.