Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep. I mean what else could I do, the love of my life was gone. Shot through the heart. One single bullet took it all away. I was numbed, heck maybe even paralysed. I laid down onto my hard bed. The warmth of another now gone. At first it took me for what it seemed like hours to fall into rest. Finally, I fell into a deep slumber. This was the only way to forget that my love was gone. There I could remember the happy times. Her red auburn hair flowing with the wind, and her pale ivory skin. Her blue sapphire eyes standing out against the field of wheat we had snuck into. Our first kiss in the back of my car, watching the stars. I hope they bring her justice. I would find her killer myself, but that would mean to look in the mirror.