• Upon looking into the eyes of my murderer, I questioned "Why did you kill me?"

    She merely bent her head low and whispered "Because you were too much like me. as a matter of fact, you were me. And as a matter of fact, we once shared the same heartbeat."

    When she went to wipe away one of her tears, my hand automatically made the same movement.

    The difference...is that her pale hand was soaked with regret.

    My pale hand was dry and dead.

    And that is all it ever would be.