A family torn over that of his death. Why so soon? What was it's purpose? How could it be taken back from what had all happened that one night. The night of the gala dinner. A dinner that turned into a living portal to hell. All the sorrow, the tears, the pain, the aftermath of what had happened. He lay there on the floor. Not a single pulse came from his heart. His heart was stone cold, and body looked alive but sadly it was not. Clothes still neatly on him but yet his feet were bare, probably freezing from the cold air that swirled around him in the frosty night. She looked down at him with bright red eyes that glowed even through her tear stained vision. Why was it his life that had to be snatched away. "Why did you have to go so soon"?