• He died at 8:00 this morning. I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing silently in the dark room only light from the blinking phone. "Ugh. I wonder who it is this time." I got my robe and swiftly dragged myself toward the phone. I gasped silently and felt like crawling under a rock and nevering moving again. My boyfriend, Tyler, had died. They don't know why though. My rough skin just got rougher as I quickly grabbed some clothes and set off toward the address they sent me. Oh, Tyler. I thought breathlessly. I could hear his sweet voice calling out to me like a beatiful song. My gentle tears carried their way down my cheeks until they hit my flouncy skirt. I had to look my best to say good-bye. I guess this means last night was the last memory we made. We were driving to the beach. When it was time to go he told me, "Tell me you love me. I love you, so tell me you love me too." "I love you. Oh, do I love you." I said with the greatest courage and happiness I've felt since my ex, James, broke up with me. When I left, I almost fell asleep in the car. "Is it really that late?" I said to myself. I hadn't noticed because all I noticed was him. Now I know why he said for me to tell him I love him. He needed that to hold on to. I hopped out of my solid white convertible and walked in to a hospital. "Excuse me, Miss? Where do I find Tyler Frenny's room?" She looked on her important-looking clipboard and said, "Tyler Frenny died this morning. He is now buried in the Bay Cememtary. You can go there. They are having the open-casket right now then they will bury him 50-55 minutes after. Here is the address." I couldn't help myself. My tears were falling like giant peices of potatoe hail in a storm. The lady took out a piece of paper and wrote down the address: 18765 Bay Bld. "Tha....thank......than-" I couldn't finish. My voice was just to cut. I couldn't evevn hear myself think. Anyway, I probably wouldn't want to think. It would only be about him....