I cannot hide the sadness on my face as I entered their house. The pain and the agony of loosing someone you truly love and someone you want to tie a knot with is eating my whole being.
Some people are staring at me but my eyes are glued at her coffin. The pain. I can't hold it anymore. People called me a tough guy but this time everything in me seems to be soft. My everything is gone. The hot tears rolling down my eyes. It's like my heart stop beating. She owns it and she took it with her.
I slowly walk towards it.
I tried to touch the coffin and slowly looked at her pale face. Everything is emotionally difficult. I wanted to touch her face but the small glass window is not allowing me to feel her face once again. My hands are trembling above it. I wanted to shout. I wanted to kneel down in front of her and ask one more chance from God to have her. She is my everything. She is my all. My body is not allowing me to move. It is stunned to see her face with no life.
A touch on my arm brought me back to reality. "I know how you feel". her mother's sad face is not clear to me as tears keep falling on my eyes. I can't say anything. I just looked at her for a second and turned my sight back to my beloved. How I feel? It doesn't matter anymore. All I care is for her to be alive again. Memories keep flashing in my mind. Her smile. Her laugh. Her pretty looking face and eyes. It was a sweet sound and sight for me that brings happiness and smile on my face. Now, it brings pain and suffering. Like heart being nailed again and again every time I remember those memories.
I was about to whisper something to my beloved when I heard a guy saying something that made me angry. "That girl deserves to be murdered. I believe the reason why the murderer strangled her with a rope in the forest is because she is a nagger. Everyone hates her. Anyone could thank the murderer for that." The guy said mockingly to his friends.
On impulse, I throw a punch at his face and broke off his nose. I looked at him with a hard stare. I want to pour all my hatred towards him at that moment but a lot of people are trying to stop us. Some are holding my shoulders. "What the-!". I heard the man said.
I want to punch him real bad so that he could feel how hurt I am for saying things like that to my beloved. I was about to give him another but then I saw my fiancee's mother face on the side looking so sad. I felt embarrassed loosing my patience in their house.
I walked out. I walked out and into the forest where my beloved was killed. I shouted and cry. I knelt down as tears poured in my eyes. I was exhausted from all the sleepless nights and pain.
I then remembered something on my pocket.
I took it out. It's the rope that I used.
I slowly smiled and released an evil laugh.
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