She misses you. I miss you.
Why? It seems that is the only question we can think of.
The grass I am sitting on is soft and I can't help but wonder if maybe we could have had a picnic on nice soft grass like this one day. I wonder what you would have brought. Blankets? Salad? Sandwiches? Would you have sat on the grass with us or would you have sat on a quilt? Would you of worn white or red or purple or blue?
There are dozens of bouquets of roses and hibiscuses and tulips beside me.
The ring you put on my finger still rests there. The diamond reflects the light of the setting sun back at me. The gold band still shines like the day I first saw it.
I feel like with every breath I take the knife I'm sure must be in my chest digs further in. The blade cuts my heart with every beat. I am sure I must be dying from the pain in my chest.
You put it there. You promised that you would never let anything happen, would never leave us like this Megan. You promised me on our wedding day that you would never leave me and the only thing that would ever take you away from me would be old age. You promised.
I believed you, believed that you would stay with us.
I love you, love you so much.
Megan Hunt I love you and even though you promised me you would never leave you are gone. I Kate Murphy will always love you.
The question remains the same though, why? Why did you go with? Why did Tommy let you go with? Why did the shooter choose you? Why are you the one who died? Why?