My hand was steady as I got ready to pull the trigger, to kill the man who murdered the only person who was there for me.

"Please... please listen to me. We were something. Friends, partners. Why can't you remember?" His eyes darted over to the lifeless body of my savior. "Her. She did this. She ruined you."

I began to fill with rage as he accused her of something she never did. She saved me, showed me a new way of living and now you're saying she ruined me?

"Shut up..." I say, my finger moving on the trigger. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him for killing her.

"Please don't do this.." He begged, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Shut the fuck up!" I scream, pulling the trigger and just then a ringing fills my ears.

Memories flash through my mind. Him and I during our childhood. Us in high school. During prom. My confession. His proposal. Our marriage. Our child.

Our life.

I fall to ground, realizing what I had done.

I just murdered my childhood best friend, my high school sweetheart, my husband, the father of my child.

Why couldn't I remember everything we had sooner? Why couldn't I remember what we had before I pulled the trigger?

I sob and scream over the corpse I killed, the now empty shell of my husband.

What have I done?