He lays there alone, silently in the dark, in his warm bed with blankets cover him, pulled tightly up to his neck. His head exposed to the cool night air blowing gently through the window, chilling him with every breath he takes. A wind chime softly clangs in the distance as the wind cause it's metal pipes to swing into each other, the chirps of the crickets in the yard echo in through the window. He lays there, eyes shut tight, trying to sleep but an unsettling feeling creeps through him as the thought of her enters his head. Where she is and what she is doing, or where she was and might be happening.

     The thought flows in like water bursting through a dam, slowly filling his mind with the thoughts he did not want to think of. He sees her in her room, naked and on her knees in front of some other man, her mouth gleefully taking him in and working him the way she would do him. Her laughing eyes fixated on the job at hand, while the picture of him sits on her dresser, staring at her betraying him. The two of them going at it in the same bed he first had her, the love now defiled by her cheating ways. He winces at the thought, trying to force it from his head.

     The thought grows and changes, moulding her around until she is laying there in a ditch, left there battered and broken, on some seldom used road. Beaten and used for some sick fuck's moment of twisted pleasure and discarded as if she were nothing but garbage. Her body shivering from the cold, unable to help herself. Her shirt torn open, breast exposed, skirt lays mangled beside her and her panties gone, taken as a trophy for this bastard. He knows he can't help her, she's out there and he can't be there for her to let her know it will all be OK. Knows that he will not be able to find the man who did that to her and take his vengeance out on him. Grimacing, he tries again to rid himself of the lies that filled his mind.

     Again the thought stays, it grows and changes, filling his mind to bursting. He grits his teeth as the change happens again, rearranging until he's standing before a casket that is ready to be lowered into the awaiting ground below. The rain dizzling down gives the world around him a foggy appearance. He is surrounded by mourners, sobbing quitely to themselves as the muffled words of the Priest echoes through the air. Her smiling face etched into the headstone, an entrance wound of a bullet at the temple of her head and a gaping hole on the other side.

     He screams himself conscious, unaware that he fell asleep. His world shattered, his life broken. He bursts from his bed, tears silently pouring from his eyes, he breaks through the closet's sliding door and collapses inside. Her clothes hung there, collecting dust, waiting for a time that will come. He rocks back and forth, clinging to the last thing she was wearing, trying to breath her fading scent in one last time, trying to relive a time in his head that has long passed.