She was lying in bed, staring at the naked ceiling. Pain and bad memories were rushing through her mind. It felt a lot like the burden of a million souls. She can't escape it, no one can, not even the strongest. Her memories of him haunt her. "Promise me you will be proud of me no matter what!" he told her. The next day she never saw him again. What happened to him? Was his love so great for her that he had no choice but to give it up? It seemed like he loved her more than she loved him. He had no choice but to jump off the bridge the night before their sixth anniversary. He wanted her to be proud of the decision he made. What caused him to end his life like that? It was her- the one he loved. A couple of days before his death she told him that she didn't love him anymore. She didn't want to be with him any longer because she found another man. A man that was better than him, stronger, smarter, hotter, and everything that she ever wanted. Now after his death she no longer wanted that man. She wanted the man that apparently loved her more than anything. She felt guilty for his death because he would not have killed himself if it wasn't for her. She already knew he was waiting for her in hell. So to face him one last time she jumped off the roof of her house, hit her head against the concrete, and died in an instant. Now both of them are in hell. Together one last time before their souls burn for eternity.