I knew Lisa was dead; I saw it on the news.

The day she said goodbye, I didn't cry. Instead, I stuffed all my favorite things into her arms.

"Take these with you so I can still find you."

I saw Lisa cry and wiped her tears away.

I turned my back on her, as looking at her face would only make my heart break.

I hoped she found freedom.

Her soul and thoughts had long been shackled by the chains of that year.

No one had the key.

I gave her a grand funeral.

Lisa, I invited the most beautiful and handsome people to attend.

No one wept; everyone...