“She’s dead.” His inner voice spoke to him as Max Hicks stared at the corpse in front of him. The cadaver’s ashen skin and pallid face did not cover her beauty. Instead, the combination of the shape and size of her eye browns, the form of her nose had pleased his aesthetic senses.

He remembered the first time he saw her, he always did. It was the first day of school in a brand new town. He was a newcomer, an outsider, he had no one else. He was drinking from the water cooler as she was walking from the opposite direction. She was wearing a H&M top half resembles a plain men’s shirt with  gold studs all around the bottom paired with sparkly black & gold tights. As she walked pass him, he smelled her, Caron's Poivre. He, just like everyone in the hall, stared at her as she headed for German class in her Dries Van Noten heels. “Classy, preppy, and polished, definitely one expensive sense of fashion.” Someone said from the crowd.

After that day, he couldn’t stop but to think about her. Days after seeing her in the ‘it’ crowd, he decided not to talk to her and convinced himself that her beauty was only skin-deep. But the longer he got to know her from the others, he finally realize she was perfect. Brains and beauty, attitude and confident, she got them all. For two years, he fell in love with her. Without going on dates or even talk, he did. He stalked her, caught up with every single news about her.

“Hi! I’m Elizabeth Brogan.” That was the first and last words from her. He didn’t care whether she introduced herself because she lost control of her faculties or  she was intoxicated by alcohol. She did not choose to talk to Betty The Nerd or Jason, she did not choose to stay with her friends and continue being in the spotlight, she chose him. That was the fact, the truth and what had happened. Well, at least to him.

He was in the living room of the Brogan’s mansion with the other students from school. He slowly walked towards her coffin. For the first time, he laid his hands on her face and slowly down to her hand. Her skin was icy cold, he felt nothing but passion and love.

“She must have meant a lot to you, young man.” He turned to a stranger beside him.

“Yes, sir. She sure did.”

The breeze of wind blowing towards him felt like the warmth hug from Elizabeth. He did not know whether she knows he loved her, but a voice told him so. He found a spot under the tree and laid down. He closed his eyes, picturing himself talking to her, like what he should have done before. He imagined Elizabeth being his girlfriend, and they were now together, lying on the grass, joking around. But now, it was over.

“It’s not over.” someone whispered. A vague figure was standing in front of him. It leaded him into a dream, a dream he always wanted. A dream yet to come true. A dream about Elizabeth.