Murderer
He was supposed to be the greatest Fuhrer of all. And she his body guard. He was supposed to do many great things. And she his observer. He was supposed to change the world. And she his witness. He was supposed to fulfill dreams. And she his support. He was supposed to be the one. And she his wife.
But why did he always have to be so brash and so enthusiastic about achieving his dreams?
"You killed yourself Roy."
The gray slab of stone seemed cold. But then again, it was lifeless to begin with.
"You are a stupid fool. A fool. Why did you have to race into the battle like that without me by your side? You killed yourself Roy...but did you have to kill my heart along with you?"
Fin