"Tyler.....please don't leave me.....I love you."
I was crying. The trees were crying. The whole world was crying.
I sat there, stilling holding Tyler's body in my arms.
I was sweating. My entire face was wet.
My hands were shaking and hot.
My chest hurt. It was almost like I was gonna die from a broken heart.
I placed Tyler gently on the ground and got up.
I sharpened my fists. And I screamed.
I screamed so loud, the whole world heard. I didn't care if anyone came to find out what happened. I just screamed.
"WHY LORD! IT SHOULD OF BEEN ME! WHOEVER DID THIS, I WILL FIND YOU!"
I collapsed, finding myself right next to Tyler's body. My grieving couldn't bring him back.
Nothing could bring him back.
I pulled Tyler back into my arms. I wanted to cry more. Tyler was the only person I could cry onto. But, I can't.
He's dead, because someone wanted him dead.
He was shot right in front of me. My sweet husband was taken away from me.
I carried Tyler out of the forest. It was a good thing no one saw me carrying a corpse. People would of thought I was crazy. Or thought I was obsessed with the dead.
I placed my beloved husband onto the doorstep of his home. I thought no one would open to door to see their dead son or dead brother.
I kissed Tyler on the forehead, a small tear fell as I kissed him.
I realized it would be the last time I'd ever kiss him.
I immediately ran away and hid, hoping someone would find him. And that's when I saw his little brother come out from behind the door to see his dead brother.
I came out from hiding to reveal what happened.
"He was killed." I said. "Give him a proper burial, he deserves that."
I walked away and disappeared before his little brother's eyes. The other thing I could watch was him looking down onto Tyler, as if he knew it was going to happen to him.
I felt hate. Emotional, physical hate.
I ran back into the forest and exploded.
I let out every inch of hate on everything in the place where he called home.
I broke the keyboard and smashed the ukulele.
I tore down all the decorative branches I made for the anniversary.
As everything laid around me, I fell down, sobbing.
Jenna arrived for the anniversary, but stopped when she saw that everything was tore down.
She ran to my side.
"Josh!?" She cried. "What happened?"
I was so messed up, I just said the truth about my true love.
Tyler....is.....dead