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Stephenie re-read the letter again and again. She cried alot too. She couldn't believe that he was actually sorry for what he had said, he really believed that she wanted him dead, he was drunk and planning on...what? Killing himself so she wouldn't have to deal with him anymore? She couldn't stop the pain that flooded through her. The tears fell harder and harder. She hadn't moved for 3 and a half hours before she stopped crying. She decided she would go see Dom. Even if he didn't want her to suffer, she had to see the trouble she had caused.

She started her car, and rove at top speed to the General Hospital. She approached the front desk.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for Dominick Evans? He was in a car crash? I'm his half-sister," she lied to the secretary. She was kind of short with blue eyes and blonde hair, She was probably about late-thirties. She was looking over Stephenie to make sure they were related.

"Why weren't you here with the rest of your family earlier?" the nurse asked.

"I was on a vacation with my Uncle," she answered. Her lying skills were actually flawless. This surprised her. She had never been a good liar.

"Room 307. 2nd Floor," the nurse told her. Stephenie heaved a sigh.

"Thank you," she breathed.

She ran to the elevator. She pressed the button and waited anxiously for it to come down. When it finally dinged and the doors opened, she pushed everyone out of the way and ran into the elevator, pressing the button for second floor thousands of times. The doors finally closed, and she was lifted to the second floor. When the doors opened again, she ran out, past all of the people, ignoring the calls behind her from angry passersby. She finally found room 307, and she opened the door.

It was a single room, and on the one bed was a boy who was bleeding and heavily bandaged from top to bottom. He was asleep and his heart-rate was slow. He had many IV Tubes around him, and she wanted to cry just looking at him. This was Dominick Evans. This was the boy who had bought her a present on her birthday, and had said he loved her, and was willing to leave this Earth forever, just to make her happy. She cried again, and remembered the letter, still folded in her pocket.

She walked silently over to his bed and kneeled down next to it. She took one looked at his cut and briused face, and saw that, even though he was abttered, he was still the most beautiful boy she had ever known. He was sweet and he was kind, and we would give her the world if he could. Then her mind flashed to Louis. The boy she mildly liked for a long time, and her (ex) boyfriendd. She had loved him, but he wouldn't even let her explain one little mistake. Her best friend Joan wouldn't even give her the time of day.

As she kneeled next to this beautiful boy in a hospital bed unconsious, she came to a shocking realization. She loved him...