A Composition

Here is a story that I, Lau Ben Yu composed. No, I didn't die. I just have been playing The Sims 2 and stuff. Feel free to comment about the story. Whether you'll read It or not, well that's up to you. I'm just posting for the fun of It. So yeah, It's long so read at your own risk.

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Amy

The church bells rang. Sorrow was what could be best described at the scene. Tears were dripping down the faces of many as they witnessed the funeral of Martin Brown. Amy Rockfield was one of the mourners, mourning for the loss of her childhood friend. They were as if blood relatives. Words could not describe the pain felt by Amy. She had hopes for Martin, but now It was crushed into bits and pieces. And yet she also felt relieved, seeing him laying down peacefully without a care In the world, heading to a "better place". Her family comforted her, telling her It's not the end of the world. Amy could only reply with a smile, hiding her real feelings about the deceased. The tune of Amazing Grace could still be heard, faintly from her heart, crying herself to sleep during the cold nights in Colorado.

Amy and Martin had a very tight relationship, nothing could break the bond between them. Amy knew Martin since they were preschoolers. They looked so perfect together. Her blue eyes complemented his lavishing blond hair. She, being a brunette attracted him, and they became friends ever since. Over the years, their relationship got boosted up. They would spend hours together, whether studying or just fooling around. Separation was not listed In their vocabulary. Through Elementary School, Jr. High and High School, they were side by side. Proms were not an Issue to them. They went with each other, seeing as nobody asked any of them to be their date. There was a certain spark between them, but unfortunately, the spark never developed. It was a disappointment, looking back their history together. In the end, they were just friends.

After High School graduation, Amy and Martin went their separate ways, for the first time In their lives. The tall, slender brunette was gonna leave her dashing, well built man for further studies. Amy was accepted to Harvard, majoring Business there. Martin, however had to enroll In a community college back In Denver. Everything was fine at first, but soon they were breaking apart. Amy was too busy with her life in Harvard to even call Martin. It wasn't her Intentions but her schedule made her life that way. Her part time jobs didn't ease her life, working at late night shifts every weekday as a waitress. Martin awaited Amy to come back. He would think of ways of asking her to go steady with him. He had to live with the fact that she was not be with an Average Joe like him. Besides, he doubted she'd accept his proposal.

Rumors were that Amy had found someone during her last year at Harvard. Martin was very anxious, dazed and pessimistic. He head to find out the truth. Amy returned to Denver after her studies In Harvard. She didn't come back with anyone though. It was just herself with two big pieces of luggage. It was summer then. She was eager to meet Martin, longing to see him face to face after such a long time. Martin jumped, as If he was victorious In some sort of war. He gladly picked Amy from the airport. There were tears rolling from eyes of the macho yet sensitive Martin Brown.

Amy certainly missed Martin's presence. They way his sparkling hazel eyes looked at her, the odd way he laughed. She missed all of his quirks. So did Martin. They agreed to have dinner together that night Amy arrived. It was to be at 'Le' Lyon", a gourmet French restaurant. So It was settled, by 8PM, they would meet at the Interior of the establishment. Amy came first, and went to the reserved table. Sipping her cup of red wine, she awaited Martin. She had worn a long, silk gown and curled her hair up, resembling somewhat of Marilyn Monroe. An hour passed, and hour and a half, two hours, and Amy started to worry. She rang up Martin but no one answered. Tension was building. She rushed through the glass door, even ripping a part of her gown. She drove to Martin's with her dad's Mercedes. Suddenly there was a gunshot. "Could It be...?" Amy thought. A shriek could be heard, a shriek that could shatter glass windows. Amy nearly collapsed. She saw Martin, facing down In a dark alley, surrounded by a pool of blood.

Amy tried to pull herself together but what she saw was just too traumatic. Martin was dead. Blood gushed from his head. The gunshot was Indeed to Martin Brown. She couldn't believe what she had seen. She shouted his name In grief. But the fact was that, nothing could could bring him to life. She found a small note, along with a black box near his blood stained clothes. It wrote,

"Amy, you have always been In the center of my heart. Will you go steady with me? I was a lost soul when you were away. I'll love you forever Amy.

-Martin"

In that box was a diamond ring, or what used to be one. The ring was gone. Bloodshed was what had happened. Martin never got to say his last goodbye. Amy broke down, she couldn't swallow the fact that he had died a tragic death. Amy held his hands for the last time, letting her tears fall on him, before letting him go Into eternal peace. Martin's funeral was held two days later.

Amy was devastated. Her world was falling apart. But she was strong, she had to be. The constant thought of Martin's short life motivated her to live her own life to the fullest. Martin's death had brought a lot of meaning to Amy. She would read that note again, thinking what would happen If she was to be with Martin.

Tear drops.