Why is it that Murder and Shudder sound so similar?
Because.
The death of someone you love is already a terrible,terrible thing.
It's worse when it wasn't an accident.
Crushing darkness pours into your mind, and you're gasping for air that never comes.
You shudder as you realize this:
Nothing will ever be the same again.
Ever.
When you look into the mirror, an empty shell stares back at you, with dead eyes.
They are gone and it feels like it's your fault.
When you think you're finished crying, even more tears pour down your face.
Words never said.
Things never seen.
Goodbyes never heard.
...
You had a name in mind, didn't you?
All of us did.
Quigley.
Beatrice.
Kit.
Jacques.
The list goes on forever.
They were never just collateral damage. No one was.
So long and good night, wherever you are, in the Great Unknown.