They slide down her pale face.

Her body shook as a soft sobbed escaped her lips.

There is nothing worse than loosing her life.

Her love.

Her soul.

They can’t know the pain.

It kills you slowly.

It can’t take much more to kill her.

Her heart was beating as she sat there.

She raised her hands and wiped the tears off her face.

It started to rain and she stood.

Opening the window she slipped out into the night.

She held the golden locket to her heart.

He gave it to her right before . . .

Right before he was taken from her.

She sat in the middle of the road, her head bowed.

The pain was too much and she sat there.

Just sat there.

Her heart pounding against her rib cage.

The cold seeped into her body as she was slowly deprived of her air.

She slumped forward and fell holding on to the golden locket.

The last words that came from her was

“I love you.”