Regrets
A silent tear found it's way down my cheak as I threw myself down on the hotel bed.
Life had been perfact. Elijah, a few friends, and I had came down to this little town in Alabama called Gulf Shores to have fun, to escape the movie star life.
We had all desided to go for a swim in The Gulf of Mexico. It was around 3:30 or so.
After about thirty minutes Lij got tired and told us that he was going to go back to the hotel for a nap and he'd leave the door unlocked so that we wouldn't have to wake him when we got back.
I for one, didn't think twice about it. I mean, Come on! You could see the place from where we sat. It was barely half a mile walk.\par
Soo, I let Elijah go and I watched as he waved good-bye and wrapped his towel around his waist.
That was the last time I saw him alive.
I found him lying on the bathroom floor, the shower was running, like he had been about to step in.
Screaming, I called 911, but the EMS said that he had been dead for at least an hour before I had found him.
I leaned over and kissed his now cold lips and told him good-bye. My vision blurred with tears. The pain in my chest unbearrable.
Never will I forget when the police covered him with that white sheet. The sheet that became as red as the blood that soaked into it as soon as it came in contact with his body.
Someone had shot him! Someone had come in before he had even had a chance to undress.
My dearest Elijah.
If only I had told how I felt before he died. If only I had said those three words.
Now I never will be able to hold him, no longer will I stay up at night wondering what he dreams about.
Never will I know what might have happened if I had only said....
"I love you... "