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From above, I stared down on him. His hair had been lightly cut, he had grown slightly, but his eyes had kept the exact same ocean color they always had. I remembered how I used to look at him, for hours and hours, while he laid still in our bed. His mouth would always be curled up in a delicate smile and strands of his hair would fall in his face. Sometimes, while I looked down on him, I wished that I would be able to move them away from his face like I used to do. I had been gone, out of his life for two years now. I knew he still blamed himself for my sudden death.

We had been coming home from a Valentine's Day party, he had been drinking a bit too much, but he had insisted that his condition was still sober enough to drive. I was too tired to protest, I had just given him a light kiss and told him to be careful and that a pregnant woman like myself had to be in good driver's hands. He had returned my kiss and touched my stomach with his slender fingers. "I love you so much and I already love our little baby with all my soul" he had told me then had gave out a little cough saying, "Our little baby boy!" He was so sure we would have a boy, it was almost funny... I gave his shoulder a slight tap and entered the car.

We had been driving for half an hour and were just five minutes away from home. All I clearly recall was a big truck going too fast coming towards us. Nickolas was in the moon. Was it the alcohol? Was he just thinking about a something special? About our baby? Maybe he was thinking about me? He hadn't noticed the truck until I had screamed for him to change lanes. My voice had echoed threw the car as Nick tried desperately to go left and to get away for the truck that was going to hit us any second. But the truck was too close. It hit us in a hard blow. I then heard Nick's voice in tears, "Baby, are you alright??? Baby, Isabella??????" For me, to talk demanded a great effort, but I managed to say in one breath," Someday, we'll be together. Happy Valentine's Day..." His voice was now screaming, but it was becoming a softer and softer. The next thing I knew, I was surrounding by white lights and was looking down on the love of my life.

This was all two years ago today. The 14th of February 2000. Since this day, Nick had not spoken a true conversation with any soul. He had also quit his career as a world famous Backstreet Boy after the accident... The blame he had put on himself was too much for any man to cope with.

Looking down on him, I saw a bottle of pills in his shaking hands. He spoke to the sky like he did so often hoping, praying I would hear him. "Baby, there's not a day, not a f*cking day that goes by that I don't think of you... What's the point of being in love when you can't even be here??? Why did you give up?? We were supposed to have that baby, MY baby boy or girl, WE were going to be happy together... Where are you? Can you hear me??? Two years, two years since you left Isa... Two years..."

I heard him, I heard him very well. I closed my eyes for a second while tears streamed down my face. "Please, please to anyone up here, let me go to him, let me just tell him that everything will be alright..." I needed to get through to him, for a minute, for even a simple second, on this day where pain would be the only emotion felt by the both of us...

"Angel, I know everything will be alright" I heard his soft voice say.

"Wha... What are you doing here??? How??"

He was standing before me, he was now in my world... He silenced me by kissing my lips with a passionate kiss. "I'm sorry... I know I said I would go on without you, but... but I couldn't do it anymore... Two years ago was your time and now was mine..." he spoke these words keeping me in his tight embrace, almost afraid of letting go, afraid I would disappear once again... I looked down like I so often did to check him and saw his human body scattered across his room, our room and the bottle of pills that was earlier in his hands empty...

He had left his life to be with me... I wasn't sure whether I should cry for the life he wouldn't have or to be relieved that finally he was with me... "I love you and you said we would be together one day... Now we are, so please just hold me and never let go again..." he said in a pleading child like voice. I took him in my arms and said, "I'll never let go again, we'll be happy here, you and me... Happy Valentine's Day..."

"Happy Valentine's Day Angel, Happy Valentine's Day..."