Fallen Rose.

Katherine Barlow looked out to the murky waters of the lake. There is nothing there anymore, just a few boats, maybe a fallen peach or two.

But she knows what happened in that lake, and she will carry the scars forever.

She steps into the sheriffs office. He is sat at his desk, drunk.

"Ah, Miss Katherine-" he begins, but is cut off by the sounds of a gun firing.

He is dead, but she doesn't care. Because something inside her is dead too.

"Here's your kiss," She applies a thick coat of red lipstick on her dry lips and kisses him on the cheek.

She walks out, sad and lonely. People jeer at her in the streets, but she doesn't hear their cries. She hasn't heard a thing since he was taken from her. She will never hear his voice, his laugh, ever again. She will never feel his lips, soft and warm, on hers.

Twenty years later, she returns to Green Lake. She walks along the hot, sandy ground. Her feet burn, but she doesn't notice.

She hasn't noticed anything since he has been gone.

"Oh Sam," she murmurs, "It is so hot, but I am so cold. My hands are cold, my feet are cold, my heart is cold."

She can feel his warm arms around her. She can feel his hot breath on her neck.

"I can fix that."

But she knows he's not there. He hasn't been there for twenty years.

"Where's the loot!"

She turns her head towards Trout Walker.

"There is no loot."

"Don't give me that! You've robbed every bank from here to Houston!"

"There is no loot."

She's walking once again on the hot sand. Every once in a while, Linda hits her over the back with a shovel.

"You'll be wishing you're dead by the end of this!" She screeches.

"I've been wishing I was dead for the past twenty years," Kate replies softly.

And she has. Because he isn't there.

"Where's the loot!"

"Where did you bury it?"

The yellow spotted lizard laps up her blood.

"Start digging Trout."

Her lifeless body slumps on the ground.

She is gone.

And the gaping hole that has been in her heart for twenty years is filled.