The picture was small, it didn't look like a school picture, it looked more like a candid shot. She was sort of smiling, but she looked somehow... suspicious. I have a strangely vivid memory... of her face. That night... she seemed fine. Friendly, and smiling. And I couldn't have done anything differently. And I couldn't have known what she was feeling. But then, I didn't ask, did I? I just never knew anyone who died...

That night, we saw a play. And then we went to a midnight movie. I was nodding off through the last half of it, I'd gotten up early that morning to go running. And, I keep wondering... if there was something... in the play, or in the movie, some trigger, or... some reason. Something that could... set her off, you know? Something I missed. I just keep trying to look for clues. For answers. She had survived so much. Why that night?

The stars were out and it seemed like they were winking directly at us, twinkling because we were so perfect together. And that's when you said our love was "written in the stars". It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. Her voice catches in her throat as she remembers that beautiful moment.