I had lost control of many things before my doubt began to consume me, inside out. I could feel my pants growing tighter and my fingers growing thicker, consuming the many rings that decorated them. beautiful digits never loved me, but I recall trying to use them as much as I could. Her lifeless form lay drenched upon the table. He stood there with numb shock and my heart slowed it's pace back to the norm. My vision of this should have come sooner, but I was getting lazy and she looked so peaceful, would it have been right to stop her? The pistol was still spinning and his brain was still dashing. His twilight hues scaled her figure again and again and again and again and again... We both would never recognize her, but I remember her fingers and the beauty they always displayed. The beauty the still held as they lifelessly drowned in her crimson mess. He dials. They come. Not a badge in sight, but a dull black bag that takes her away from our forever wishful thinking. -Amanda