[englishtext][strike]Not Anymore[/strike]

I was twenty-year when I met her. I knew from the tick my eyes eyed hers that I will love her. I loved her. She is not here, nor anywhere, she is dead. ''Can you hear me?'' I always ask her, silence was always the answer. Did she painfully loved me? I don't know. How does she die? Simply she committed suicide! The day she passed out I never forgot. She died, can you imagine this fact? I couldn't. Life, she liked it, God she worshiped him. Me, she kissed and yet she left life behind and sought death, why? I still ask myself this three-lettered-word W H Y though nothing I find in the end. She was twenty-year too when she smiled to me. I have never said, ''I love you.'' She never asked me to. She never said it, I didn't asked her to say it. ''Why?'' You are asking. Because we never felt that there wasn't love, everything refered that the love was overwhelming us, tick by tick. Then where are you? I was totally alone, alone. Not only life, but in death, painfully I loved her, bloody love. Bloody shower, that was her last scene. I saw her inside her bathtub, motionless, eyes open, silence, red blood, fresh feelings, and death. I screamed horribly then became mute, and deaf. At that moment of disabled senses, no sound, out or in, I could hear her said, ''We are together once again.'' I was stunned, then span, she was behind me, I wiped my eyes to clear my sight, she was not behind me, she became closer, until she got inside me. I still remember that moment how I felt her soul integrated with mine, union of two souls. Unbelievable! Her blood-stained corpse still motionless in its exact place, eyes open and nothing but silence, after that I could hear my outcries. Never-ending streams of tears, a horrible sight. Can your mind bear it? Maybe if I lost my control at that present I would murder myself, but how could I do it while being dead! She killed me before killing herself by the same smile she pleased me by, five years ago. She sometimes says hi. She never knew that she is still my first and last. I told her that I forgot her. Did she really believe me when I said that? How can I forget a person who I love? She never loved me![/englishtext]

[englishtext]Actually I participated with this short story in USA contest, with USD-100 prize.
Try to pray for me to win this prize..... [/englishtext]

good luck Sheba, I really liked it I didn't ask her everything refered that love was overwhelming us I could hear her saying

[englishtext] you must win the prize, because it's so sensitive and it decribes sad events....you are lucky in choosing the exact words which can convey the required meaning but I want to ask you if it is real or not
if it's real, then you must know the reasons behind committing suicide but i think that if any person has love in his life, s/he does not have to leave life...simply because s/he has something worthy to live [/englishtext]

ٍٍSheba I hope to you the best of luck
It is a very nice topic
Go On

I was twenty years old How did she die? she was twenty years old she smiled at me not only in life but in death silent dead What do you mean by it?
Sheba
I want to ask you Roula's question ........Is this thig real or not ?
Insaa'llah you will win it be optimistic

ahhhhhhhh so impressing OOOOOO
i really LOVE it , it's just so great Sheba

hey i forgot to tell u "good luck ", and am sure u will get the prize

She never loved me
She is not real
Nor I

There is no love to share

Gloria, Perfume, Roula, Raghad,

Thank you for supporting me

Roula,
It is semi-real story