The blood splattered on the floor glittered as the moon's light passes through a small barred window. Broken love lay in the mist of the dead, what left of his brains resting on her lap. The stone room echoed her screams as she clung to the corpse.
"It could have been different..." "Why did you have to go?" "Why?.....Why?" "ANSWER ME!"
Cradling the body she began to rock. "Sweetheart, this is for your own good." Kissing his cheek let the blood drip down her lips and faintly whispered "I love you."
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