One cold day, sometime in December I think it was, I walked a different way than usual to get home from work. I saw a girl, around 18 years old I think, sitting on a bench overlooking the sea. She wasn't doing anything. Just watching the sea, seemingly motionless. The next day, I walked the same way I had yesterday, and again, I saw the girl, still just sitting there, watching. On the third day, again I saw the girl. I sat on the bench next to her and asked: "Are you alright?" She replied simply: "Yes, I'm just waiting." She explained her story to me........ It seems she met someone over an Internet chat room, and they had gotten to know each other, over time, they exchanged phone numbers. Called each other every night, didn't matter if they had anything to say or not... just to hear the others voice was enough. They arranged to meet up one time, he came to her house for her birthday. He cooked a romantic meal for them, and over dinner, he told her he loved her. She addmitted that she felt the same. He rented a flat, near to where she lived.. He got a new job, and brought his motorbike from home so he didn't have to use the complex transport system they had here. He promised that he would take her to one of his favourite spots, every night, and to show her how beautiful the world could be if you share it with someone. And, just as he said, he took her on his bike, and rode to a bench, overlooking the sea. He told her it was his favourite place in the world, and even more now, because she was there with him. They continued to come to this spot for about a week or so. Sometimes, If he was delayed, she would go on ahead, and wait for him there. He would come, and they would watch the sun, setting over the ocean. One day, he didn't arrive to pick her up. So she walked there, and waited for him. And waited.. And waited... And waited.... He didn't turn up. Annoyed, she went home, where her parents were in tears. She asked them what was wrong. Apparently.. He had been in an accident on his bike.. A bus had pulled out too far, and he was unable to stop in time. He died instantly. So now, six months after his death, she waits here, on this bench, watching the sunset, just waiting... In the hopes that he might just sit on the bench next to her, and take her home on his bike once more... When she had finished talking.. I was in tears.. Such a tale... The pain she must have been in made me rethink my own life, and how it isn't so bad afterall.. I asked if she needed someone to take her home. She replied: "No, it's alright. I'll wait." The following day, I didn't see her on the bench. Or the day after that. Infact.. that was the last I saw of her.. It was the last time anyone saw her... She killed herself when she got home. So now, I take that route home from work every night, making sure to see the sun setting over the ocean.. Her story, echoing in my heart.......