The Seventh Year After Her Death

The first year after she died, I often thought of her: the resolve in her eyes before she died, and the hatred in her gaze when she looked at me. The third year after she died, I may have gone mad. Every day, I remembered how she'd loved me, her gaze following me, full of tenderness. The fifth year after she died, I was even more deranged. I imagined she was still alive, standing there with her chin lifted and a smile on her lips. I had once been moved by her, too. The seventh year after she died, I visited her grave. Pear blossoms were white as snow, and the spring breeze rippled the water, just like the day we first met. After I returned, I ended my life with a knife. *The male lead's story is told in first person and in flashback. Angsty melodrama, bad ending. After the scumbag male lead deceives her and breaks her heart, he loses the chance to win her back and make amends. ^_^ *The heroine was in love, but eventually comes to her senses. She's no doormat. *Read the above carefully before starting. Don't argue with me, and no writing advice, please. The author just wants to have fun. Theme: Cherish the people in front of you. Don't wait until they're gone to learn their worth.