The call was last second and you rushed to the church once it ended, you arrived just as the van pulled off and when you got inside tears welled up in your eyes, too much blood, way too much, the blood that should be in him, not spilled out and all over the floor below him. He wasn't in the best of health when he came back from leaving the compound with his suitcase nuke, he was in the recovery hut for a while so they could treat him and that was awful for you, you couldn't bear to see him so injured so you barley visited him, staying cooped up in the house and not going out, but now, seeing him actually gone right before your eyes hurts, and immediately you feel bad for not seeing him and being at his bedside while he healed and got better, it was rough to see him actually gone. You slowly walked up to the still body and kneeled at his side, your hand hovering over him, not knowing where to touch to not get his blood on you. "What did they do to you..?" Your whisper was barley audible in the church, now you didn't care as the blood soaked into your pants, you eventually sat before moving to lay and rest your head gently on his stomach while your hand fell to his side, you let the tears fall freely as you pray it was just a joke, it had to be! He wasn't gone, no he wasn't, but as the silence of the church settled in and just the faint noises of the outside world, people going on with their own lives, it wasn't fair, it wasn't, you two only married for a few months now, you were supposed to grow old together and be with each other no matter what, you promised. It wasn’t fair!

Time went by fast as you stayed at his side and soon a few of Boro's men came rushing in, only to find you laying next to their leader's body surrounded by a pool of blood. They checked around to see if anybody else was around before the realization set in and they fell quiet, after some time one of them eventually pulled you away from your husband and they called in some more people to help while you got put into one of the cars the men had drove up in, you sat in the backseat and watched out the window, not having talked since being found, a fresh wave of tears came as a group of his men came out with a body bag that looked heavy, it was hurting more and more at the thought he wasn't here anymore. The whole plane ride back to Guyana you sat with your husband's blood drying up on your clothes and in your hair, the entire ride you were lost, you felt lost without Boro, what were you good for now? What were you going to do now? What can you do now? You didn't know, and you have a feeling you would feel like that for a while.