Part 1.

A tear ran down my cheek as I remembered that night. It hurt, thinking of everything that had happened, and then coping with reality. That time was... it was something I would probably never get back. My paradise. Not something I want to forget or replace.

I look at you, the expression on your face, a smile playing on the corners of your lips. I could see from how you held my hand too tight. You'd always been a little scared of the dark, and every time the lights would go out, you would hold my hand and stick as close to me as you could while I searched for a candle.

It was late, nearly two A.M. and it was a windy night. I could hear the wind blowing outside and hoped that the windows were tight shut.
"Fast," You say with some fear in your voice. I smile and light the candle, holding it up near my face so I could see you. Your skin looks yellow-orange in the candle light, and your hair almost green. I giggle softly, and you smile, but your expression changes back to the previous serious one.

What's wrong?

"I have to tell you something..." You say seriously.

"Anne" you whisper, coming closer to me and whispering in my ear, "I might have to leave."

I gasp and take a step back. You have to be joking. You can't leave, you can't go, no, you can't!

"I don't have a choice, I have to go. Baby, I'll miss you, but - GOT YOU!" You shout the last two words, and burst out laughing.

My eyes flash, and I stare at you in anger.

"You stupid! Louis! Do you know how much you scared me? Don't EVER do that again!" I say, and you pull me close, keeping the hand with the candle in it away from us.

"I love you." You whisper in my ear. "And I'm never going to leave."

Those words I never forgot. That night I never forgot. Call me crazy, but maybe none of this would have happened if you hadn't said that. You were just playing a prank, but sometimes Fate decides to listen to you.

But it wasn't your fault. I didn't blame you, and I never would. We both knew about what was going on, and you becoming famous... I was happy for you, I still am, but not for us. Because with you gone, there is no us.

I choked as I thought of our first time away from each other. The day I'd finally come back from my visit, the way we both had been so happy, the way we'd laughed and stayed together all day like nothing would ever go wrong.