Why did he have to leave? Why did he have to be so stubborn? I had the chance to shoot him and keep him from leaving, but I didn't. Now he is dead, and all I had to do was keep my aim on him. His death is my fault. Why couldn't I shoot him? I would have shot him in the arm or leg, just a scratch for him. But no. I had to fire straight up. I love him, and now he is gone forever. Why couldn't I tell him that I love him before he left? I wanted to, but I just couldn't. Now he'll never know. Yes, I was a bitch to him most of the time, but I had never felt these feelings for anyone before, and I didn't know how to handle them. Now I have to live with these feelings and his death. It's just not worth living anymore.

Hard Luck Woman