She was born a free spirit.
She was the most beautiful woman in all the world.
Her name was Maria.
She touched me . . . she loved me.
I was not worthy of her love.
But she loved me nonetheless.
Then one dark night she was taken from me.
It’s now early morning.
I awake because of the sound.
But dreams can fool you.
I am alone.
It was I who found her body.
Her dead eyes looked into mine, but she did not see me.
I beheld her broken body, but it was not the woman I had loved.
Her essence had fled to another part of the universe … to another realm
I retrieve my gun and go in search of the man who had killed her.
He’s where I knew him to be.
I raise the gun and stick the barrel into his ear.
His brains spray out.
His blood forms a red mist that floats in the air … for a brief moment.
Good … very good.
But his death does not bring back my Maria.
Now I will join her.
The gun barrel feels right in my mouth.
I pull back the hammer.
My hand is on the trigger.
My mind is on Maria,
I squeeze the trigger.
I am no more … until my essence is reborn.
Maria will find me.
Love is like that.