the emo boy boy... or can say... the alone...
(Broke up wid her on NDP)

(is over...)

i must work hard to change myself into a better person...

so the past will not repeat itself...



Thank you for forgiving me...
i will treasure those words...

Goodbye... Sweet Love Of My Life...
Losing You... Cuts As Deep As A Knife...
I Know I Did you Wrong...
And Thing Weren't Right...
But I Love You Girl...
More Then Life.....

Goodbye... Sweet Love Of My Life...
I Hope He Love You Like I Do...
And Everything Turns Out Right...
I Know I'll Stay... With My Memories Of You...
Goodbye... Sweet Love...
Goodbye And Goodnight...

Inside a hospital ward, a man was sitting beside a bed, holding a cold hand to his face. He had not left the girl's side since the end of the
operation. They rushed her in immediately, but alas, it was too late, they could not save her. Her last words repeated in an endless loop in his
head, the memory of her voice comforted him slightly in this trying time.

"I love you, Iain, I always will. Go on without me, but please never forget me."

Throughout this he had to hold his tears back, he had promised her that he would always be strong for her, in every situation, that he would be the one who was dependable and brave. But after
whispering those words to him, she went, before he could tell her that he, too, loved her, with every fibre of his being, and that it was impossible for him to ever forget
her. Its not possible for him to forget his soulmate, it seemed impossible for him to continue on without her.

He couldn't think of anything but her, all her hopes, her wants. All that he had promised her but failed to do. How all she ever wanted was to be a model, beautiful, adored, to see herself in the situation,
it was her dream. But it was something he could not give to her, not even on her death bed.
As he looked at her once beautiful face, now full of scars, tears started to roll down his cheeks. It was an attack, one that mutilated her face and body. He had wanted to spend his life with her, but now,
even that is not possible. He could not save her, he felt so helpless, so alone.

He had to leave now, the undertaker had to take her body back to his studio to prepare her for the funeral.
As Iain walked out of the hospital ward door, he felt incomplete, a large part of him was now missing, and it hurt so much. As he thought about the girl, he just knew that he couldn't leave without a part of
her, so he went back into the room and asked the undertaker if he could have a lock of her hair. The burly man took a pair of scissors out of his pocket and snipped off a thick lock of her hair and passed it
to Iain.

"Treasure your memories", the undertaker told him as he left.

The funeral was held two days later, at the cemetary, an area overlooking the sea. Her family sobbed at one side, her friends cried in another. It was a beautiful service, with people going up to the rostrum
to make their speeches about her life, how she made a difference to them, no matter how small or how big a difference, she had indeed left a legacy behind. Iain made his speech as well, depressed as he
was. He wondered to himself, was she happy? Seeing all these people who love and cared for her, attend her funeral, mourning her? Probably not, she had always wanted to make people happy, seeing
such a big group of people crying over her, it would have broke her heart, he tried to push this thought out of his mind.

When it was time for the loved ones to see the girl for the last time, Iain held a package in his hands, bringing it up to the casket where she lay, so still, so dead. The undertaker could not do very much about
her cuts, they were too large, too deep, but despite the lacerations on her face, she was beautiful to him, this girl whom he loved so much. He opened the package, inside was a beautiful doll made of resin,
slightly flexible, incredibly beautiful.

He held the doll and talked to the corpse,

"I made her for you, my love, in your perfect image. It was my project for the past year, I was to give it to you on your birthday... But now i will never have the chance. The lock of your hair which I took from
the undertaker, I used it to make the hair of this doll. Now I will always have a part of you with me, forever. I love you, and I will never forget you. We will meet again, I assure you of this,
you're my soulmate, I know I will definitely see you again, wait for me, my love. I'm so sorry." He was crying as he said this, tears which fell on the face of his dead partner.

As he walked out of the cemetary, after the service, he held the doll firmly in his hands, unknowing that on the face of the doll, tears also rolled down it's flawless, plastic face.

Written by Jeannel Mah Yu Ting