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As the slow sun set slowly over our heads, I realized I must have been the luckiest girl in the world. Not that I'd never thought that before of course. His arm draped over my skinny shoulders. I thought, how could he possibly love me, this statue of beauty who would do just about anything to please me. He was what I'd always dreamed of, the man who was in my head from the day I was born. This man was mine and no one else's. No one would be able to steal him from me for our irrevocable love, kept us tied tightly together and separation wasn't an option.
My snapped up. What was happening? Where was he? Him? Charlie? I couldn't see him. He had gone. Where had he gone? The hysteria was building up, I couldn't take it. Where was he? I couldn't live without him ever! As I said, that just wasn't an option! He was mine and he couldn't leave me. This can't be happening. I repeat to myself that he will come back in a few days. Not that many hours to wait for him. Hours. I couldn't bear minutes without him. This couldn't be possible, it must be in my mind!
"Ow!" I say, banging my head against the wall. "Ar!" I said realizing yet again that I was dreaming everything. I guess when you get to the age of sixteen you've kind of stopped looking for anyone who asked you, you wanted someone in particular. The one I wanted would be extremely hard to find. And I'll tell you what made it even worse. The fact that I knew he didn't exist. He wasn't real. Charlie wasn't real. And he was the only one I would accept, the only one for me. I knew I would grow up not being able to love anybody apart from him. It's like torture in it's worst form. I just wished I wasn't the one suffering from it, the one being pulled, stretched until I couldn't take it anymore. I knew I had to find him, but I definitely couldn't what with GCSE's and what have you. I was going to have to find him sooner or later, otherwise I would spend the rest of my life sinking away, into a dirty pool of sorrow, not knowing what to do with myself. But as I walked through the sickly green front gates, I knew the angels had been.