The night is mysterious yet alluring, it’s dark forest tells a story that couldn’t be told, a story that you had written. Your gloved-fingers gripped the gun tightly, standing before your husband’s body on the moist dirt - anger fills your veins.

It was all your plan, luring him to the forest and taking his freedom right there; regaining your dignity from this loveless marriage with your now-dead abusive husband. You gained the help of a guy you’ve been seeing, Christopher Axel, the government’s Intel.

Your steps were heavy as you walked out the forest, a satin hood covering your expression as your wedding ring slipped off your finger. You were shook to the core, filled with undeniable euphoria that you longed for and now pursuing it in the best way possible.

“Sweetheart.” Christopher held your hand from behind, aware of your agony that was leaving you behind as each second passed “Let’s go home.. where nobody can find us.” He whispered in your ear, holding your shoulder gently and leading you where his motorcycle is parked.