Chapter 8: The Murder

****Scott Smith

Sitting on the edge of the bed in my room, a half-full bottle of whiskey in one hand and a photo of Ximena in the other, I've been looking at this photograph of her for quite a while now, which makes me made me shed tons of tears, this pain is unbearable, I feel like I'm suffocating like I'm running out of air, she left with a part of me, she left me alone while I was planning another wedding for us, suddenly I completely empty the bottle that I had in my hands while crying more beautiful

-Me why ? Ximena why did...