The sight of blood added a crimson flavor to the sleepless night. I lay there cold and hurt. Abhorrence, regret, fury, and loneliness wrapped my heart. I trusted him; I loved him, but why? I don’t understand. He was my angel. He was the person who brought color into my world. Yet in the cruelest way, he deserted me, leaving me alone and hurt. He deceived me. He murdered my love and trust for him with his own hands. The physical pain is nothing compared to my agonizing heart. It’s as if an invisible hand is clutching my heart. It feels like my heart is going to fulminate. I was still holding the ring. It was the only thing that reminded me of my love towards her. My angel, Wookie, lay next to me. His body was cold, but I didn’t mind. Gently, I slipped the ring onto his ring finger. I cannot deny that there were still fragments of love left inside me. That day I would have had become the most mirthful man on earth; I would have a family with the person I love. I would quit the gang and start clean, I would protect them. But everything went wrong; I wondered why as I closed my eyes, the images slid past me like I was watching a movie.