He sat on his bed, his head in his hands. The sheets on the floor, the house a mess. What had he done? He let her walk out of his life, the love of his life and now she was gone...forever. That was it no turning back, he had made a wrong turn and there was no way to get back on the right track. All he could do was sit there and cry. He hated to cry but at the moment that was all he could really do. Her laughter would play no more in the background. Her vocie like bells, would never hear again. This was it and again he asked his self what had he done?