Love Died

They ruled her death a suicide, which I guess would be pretty correct. We all saw her fall off the balcony, arms out as if she meant to fly, eyes closed as she waited for the ground to meet her, waited for death to jolt through her body, throw her soul out of its home for the first and last time. No one moved at first as we processed what we saw. But recognition hit us all in one giant wave, and we rushed forward, shoving and pushing to see what became of our beloved Love. A few people stayed back, myself included. Kyle, Jake, Anne, Lillian, Sandra, Lucas, and I were all close friends, with each other and Love. We’ve all seen this before. Except last time, Love was in the crowd, not the one attempting to fly. Love was the one who stood and stared while everyone rushed forward, wondering why her mom had just fallen off the balcony. She was the one who turned calmly and walked back into her mansion, as we do now. Love was the one we were comforting a year ago. Now we’re only comforting ourselves.

I called it Love Died because, well, Love died. xD Her real name isn't Love, but that's what everyone calls her. And, yeah. This is an opening paragraph. Most of the story would be in Love's point of view. At least, I think it would be xD Questions? Comments & Critique are welcome ^.^