"The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it."

That's the signature you'll see attached with her comments on deviantart.com.

I cried once, monday night, in a hotel bathroom in NYC. I didn't feel like I had the right to, but I did anyway. Angel, I like to think of her as a friend, passed away that morning. While I was driving to said city actually. I noticed the time, 11:11am, and it annoyed me that my day could so quickly be interrupted by my useless father's phone calls. I had no idea that was when she died.

Upon looking at her deviant account, and seeing more artwork I had missed, and this above quote, I have to struggle not to cry again.

This amazing woman helped me through my awful 9th and 10th grades of high school, where suicide was a constant thought in the back of my head. I'd like to say she confided much in me. In a way, she did.

But I know that what I could tell you of this remarkable person, could fill a puddle, whereas her life experiences and accomplishments span greater distances than oceans.

I miss her. I wish I had had the opportunities to talk to her more recently, but I didn't. And now she's gone.

The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. I'd like to think that what she exchanged, made her proud of those decisions each and everyday. Because I am.