My version:

I guess that is why she decided to leave. I wasn't a very charming boyfriend. In fact, I don't think I've said anything sweet to her to keep her beside me. She was always asking for more than what I could offer her: warthm, loving, and care. I wasn't an attentive boyfriend, nor did I ever made any promise in that. Thus, my coldness drove her away from me and into the arms of my best friend.

My best friend is about my age. He is tall, skinny looking, appearing almost like a shady figure with his full black outfit. His glasses does make him seem more intelligent at times. I guess he's the ideal guy for any lonely girl that wants companionship. He is afterall, more caring and gentle than I can ever be. But even though we've known each other since 3rd grade, our friendship came to an end on that stormy night.

It was the night of frustration and confusion. August 17, the night when I ended my miserable life. Earlier that evening, I had plans to take Julie out for dinner. A quiet romantic dinner, though I'm usually not the type for that. I was trying to change then. I had always felt that she deserved better. This dinner would surely make up for everything I've done in the past.

The phone rang five times before I hung up. I called Julie's cellphone and again there was no answer. Julie was definitely not there. I guess I was worried. Normally, she'd jump on the phone when the caller ID identifies me. I called the restaurant to cancel my reservation and then drove to Julie's apartment. I wanted to check up on her. Having a spare key to her apartment, I unlocked the door and made my way in. The next scene that I witnessed twisted my sense of worriedness to that of anger.

In the candle-lit light, Julie was in the arms of my best friend. Tears rolled down her eyes as she looked up in surprise and saw me standing in the doorway. I guess she was shocked to have been caught red-handed so easily. "Look, I can explain, it isn't what it seems like." Excuses excuses, I've heard enough. Anger, frustration rushed into my vains. Was I that bad? I was trying my best to change. I even made a reservation, to her favorite restaurant. I thought, tonight everything would go well. As if I had done this a hundred times now, it was just an instinctual feeling inside me. Everything was like a ritual, from slipping into the kitchen and grabbing the counter knife to dashing towards my so called best friend with it. Blood was in my hands before I realized that Julie jumped in and tried to stop the knife from seizing its victim. My hands were shaking when Julie's body dropped flat onto the floor. Blood pooled around her. These frightening images of what I had done filled my thirst for blood even more. My best friend had made me kill the person I loved. In an instant, I jabbed his cowardly body and he died after cowering. His collapsed corse and Julie's body lying there must have driven me into more insanity. I came to Julie's body, plunged the knife into my own bowels. This is so that I'll meet Julie together. We'll always be together now. My body fell onto hers.

The electricity and phone line came back on after an hour when the storm finally cleared. Julie's cellphone finally began charging.