Girl is on the couch, making out with a hot guy, when her cellphone rings.
Girl: Hey, babe, I'll be right back. I need to take this.
Boy: Yeah, okay. Sure.
She walks into the next room.
Guy (on her cellphone): Hey, hon. So, do you think we could go do something later tonight?
Girl: Yeah, sounds great!
Guy: Okay. I'm right by your...house...I'll come get you right now.
Girl: That's...not......such a good idea.
Guy: Why not?
Girl: I'm busy right now. Sorry.
Guy: With what? It's our anniversary! You didn't make any other plans, did you?
In her head, she yells, CRAP! Then starts throwing her clothes back on, struggling to balance the phone in the crick of her shoulder.
Girl: No. No. I was just eating. With the family.
Guy: But I thought you said your family was away this weekend? Up at the resort?
The guy walks into her house, turns the corner into the hallway, goes downstairs, and finds his best friend on the couch, half dressed, trying to pull his pants back on, while his girlfriend attempts to pull her shirt back over her head.
Guy: What the hell is going on?!
Girl: I can explain! Please listen to me!
Guy: Benny? How could you do this to me! Rachel! I thought you loved me! And yet, you're sleeping with MY BEST FRIEND!!!!
John rushes out of the room, slamming the door behind him, tears clouding his vision as he streams past the white picket fence, his Converse squelching against the cement with each pound.
Benny climbs out of the window, starts his car, and drives off down the street.
Rachel runs after her boyfriend, yelling.
Rachel: NOOOO! Please!! Come back, John!! Pleeeeeasssse????!!
She falls down and cries. John turns around, and looks straight at his girlfriend, eyes red, sore with grief.
John: Why? Rachel, why? I loved you! Oh my God...I'm in love with a whore! Does this mean I have to pay you now?! Here. You can take this as the cash.
He drops a ring box on her lap. She opens the ring box. Her jaw drops...
Before her eyes is a diamond wedding ring.
Rachel: You were going to propose?
She watched him go, clutching the ring for dear life, as he slowly walked back to his car. And she watched him as he got in, watched as his profile cut an unflinching memory of loss in her heart. And his headlights faded from view, the despair welled within her, an ache she knew, somehow, would never fully heal.
Later that night, Rachel got a phone call from the police saying John was dead. He'd died of an overdose, suicide, most likely. And when they found him, all he had on him was two empty perscription bottles, and a picture of her in his lifeless hands...
Did you know that every night, before you go to sleep, there is one person thinking of you?
They are always thinking of you. Thinking of how they want to kiss you, how they want to be with you.
Open up your eyes, open up your heart to them - before it's too late.
Note: This is actually samantha shadow's original story. I just edited it and added some details here and there.