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Dwight Denvers walked in the hallway of the campus wearing his bright smile paired with a white shirt  covered by a denim jacket and a skin tight jeans.

On the other side of the hallway stands a girl wearing a black shirt paired with a black blazer and a black skin tight tattered jeans. This girl is known as Denise Smith, a second year college student. Seeing that smile on Dwight's face brought back a memory she wanted gone. An event that is unknown to many but is experienced by Denise herself.

"Hey Denise,  why are you looking at Dwight's locker? Do you miss him? That's fast, I thought you were with him during the vacation?" Ashley, Denise's friend asked.

"I wouldn't miss that bastard!" Remembering what happened on the vacation, Denise bursted out of nowhere. The emotions she has kept to herself bursted like an oxygen escaping a tightly locked bottle. Her voice was so loud that the bypassers has become on-lookers.

"Why, did something happened during your vacation?" Seeing Denise's reaction,  Ashley became worried.

"Dwight, that bastard... he-" tears started rolling down Denise's face.

"That bastard... he-" Her sobs has become louder that it became clearly audible.

"He is dead. Dwight is dead." She bursted crying until she exhausted herself. The onlookers gasped in shock. They can't believe what they have heard, the happy Dwight is dead.

Dwight has planned for his future, but unlike others who wanted to get a job after graduation, probably marry, have a family, grow old, and die of old age, his plan is a bit different. After graduation, he would go to a facility where one can suicide and die without anyone knowing. He was determined to achieve his plan, but somehow his plan changed a bit. His new plan is somewhat insensitive to what others would feel.

A dream or rather a nightmare played back on Denise's head.

"Your eyeglasses can't hide the sparkle on your eyes." Dwight nodded and smiled.

"But that sparkle in your eyes can't hide the loneliness you have inside. You are depressed Dwight,  I know because I am too. I know one when I see one." Denise smiled. Dwight's smile faded, but he smiled again, a genuine sad smile.

"After my graduation, do you want to go on a vacation with me?" Dwight asked, Denise said yes.

They spent two weeks leisurely playing around during their vacation, and on the fourteenth day, they sat on the terrace as they watched the sun sets on the sea.

"I was molested and raped." Dwight started talking, Denise was shocked but she kept silent.

"I was twelve back then when my Aunt started touching me in my intimate places. I asked her what she's doing but she would just smile and continue whatever she was doing. From touches to kisses to actually doing it. I would cry at first but she would glare at me to keep me silent. Soon enough, no tears will roll down my cheeks but I felt empty inside. My Aunt continued doing it until we were caught in the act by my mom when I was 17. My mom, who have a fragile heart condition was shocked by that accident had a heart attack that took her life away. My dad convinced me to live with him with his other family but I didn't. I mean I wanted to, I damnly wanted to leave that place but something keeps pulling me back to that place. I planned everything, I planned dying in secret but then I met you. I thought that it would be nice to have someone to mourn your death. I know what I am asking is insensitive to your part but would you cry for my death? Would you be at my funeral? Would you stay with me until the last moment that I have?" Dwight explained then asked.

Denise cried hard that time.

The next day, Dwight died.

Denise cried the hardest that time.

"I will Dwight, I will cry for your death. I will cry even if you forbid me. I will cry. I will."