I hope you like this. It's written in Nick's point of view. And It's kinda sad! So brace yourselves!

She was rushed into the Emergency room on a stretcher. We gripped hands. "Nick don't ever leave me!" She said. "I don't plan on doing that anytime soon." I said, squeezing her hand tighter. I saw her smile. That tremendous smile that allowed me to call her again. The smile I couldn't get out of my mind! I looked into her blue eyes. The electrifying blue eyes I always thought about. I smiled back at her. "I won't leave you!" I said.

"Sorry Nicholas, you have to stay in here until x-rays and the cat-scan and everything's done." A nurse said. How'd she even know my name? The stretcher went on, as I lost grip with her. He head turned sideways to face me. I blew her a kiss, I hopw she caught.

I waited the three hours until I was able to see her again. My family bailed on me after 10:30 at night. I stayed until mid-night. I knew she'd be asleep and heavily medicated by the time she was in a room, but I had to see her! The receptionist told me to come see her. "Hey Nicholas, you can go see her now." She said. I nodded. "What room?" I asked. "Six-hundred sixty-six." the lady said. The devil's number that fact scared me. Was she going to hell?

I walked to room 666. I walked in and saw her sleeping peacefully. I smoothed out her wavy hair. The curls that layed so perfectly in place. I gripped onto her hand. I kissed it. I saw her eyes open. "Nick?" She asked. I looked at her. The tears spilled over. She tried sitting up to hug me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. "I thought you were gonna' die." I said. "Honey, I ain't going anywhere." She said. I smiled, she meant the words, but honestly...I doubted them.

"You're in room 666." I said. "No way." She said. She was really religious like my family. She got baptized when she went to church with me and my brothers. Because of me, she accepted Christ. "I love you Nick!" She said. "I love you too, Baby." I said. She layed back down and I knew that was the last time I'd see her again.

As I look at her tombstone in the graveyard right now. It brings tears to my eyes. Today was our anniversary. The day I first saw her and knew she was the one. "Taylor-Nicole Alexa Anderson." The first line read. "A loving daughter, sister, aunt, girlfriend and friend." The second line read. "August 26, 1995-September 16, 2008" the third line read. I traced the letters in her name.

It had been three years since the day she died. The words everyone said at her funeral still pained me. She died because of me. I was the one that told her to come on stage. I was the one that told her to stage-dive...it was her dream. It was the crowd's fault for not catching her! It was the crowd's fault she was caught onto the edge of a bench by her lip. It was everyone's fault we let this happen. I would have this on my conscience for the rest of my life. I wouldn't go to heaven or hell with a clear conscience.

I stood up and blew a kiss to the tombstone, I hoped she caught it! "I love you Taylor."