I sat nervously in my chair. There was no light in the room. My fingers gripped the armrest of my chair, turning white. I poured some wine and had some crackers. I crushed the crackers into the wine, stirred, and gulped it all down. I could still hear the bangs in my head. The first one was out of anger, the second accidental– I blamed him for her death, but I knew who the real culprit was. I see him every day, haunting, taunting me, especially when I look in the mirror. She is also there. She is different though, her eyes dark pits from watching broken dreams. Her body aged and withered. But she still has that same smile. The smile I fell for in college, the smile she gave me when I kissed her, the smile she had when I asked the question and she said yes. The ring was too big but we got another one. Then there was him. He was my only friend. I thought I could trust him. He was kissing her when I found them. I was compelled by a rage– I grabbed the gun and fired, but she got in the way and fell. She gave me a smile, not the one I loved her for but an apologetic one. I grew weak and scarred, my rage gone. I cried silently as he came at me, angry. He tried to grab the gun, and we wrestled over it. He fired a shot but it ricocheted and hit him in the back. His eyes turned white as he joined her on the floor. I am still sitting in the armchair as I see her twirling and dancing. Finally, I can take it no more and I leave my body, giving up life, to go join her.