Prologue

There are certain things in life, that no matter how horrible the consequences, you can't regret it. Even after the gunshots - so near- rang in my ears, and red soaked my white dress, until it was pink, I couldn't, wouldn't wish I hadn't done, what I had done. When life gives you a gift, you take it. And when that gift is taken away, you don't wish that you never opened it. Instead, you wish that you could've kept it a little longer, or perhaps, never lost it. And that is my only regret. I wish I could have kept it a little longer.