A young man in his early 20s covered with fresh wounds and blood is in a dark, quiet room. Unsure, confused, he sits on the chair in the middle of the room clutching a silver chained ring in his hand tightly crying. Letting the ring go as it falls to the floor, he grabs his head as if in pain. Screaming, he falls to his knees. As the sound echo off the walls, he kneels there and as if all the energy has left him. He lets go. Picking up the ring in front of him, he lifts his head and stares lifelessly ahead of him as if she was there. Repeating a word, a word even he could not say before he struggles to stand up and walk towards her with his hand out ready to take hers. He sees her standing in the toilet and without hesitation he runs towards it only to find nothing. Standing in front of the sink, he splashes water onto his face. Looking up into the mirror, he sees his reflection with her beside him smiling happily. He turns around to look… she’s not there. He turns back to face the mirror in hope of seeing her again but in disappointment, no one but him is there alone. Confused and frustrated, he hits the mirror shattering it to pieces as tears stream down his face. He hits the mirror again. Unwillingly, he picks up a bag that was lying down below the sink and heads back into the room. Every step he took felt like years to him and as he stands in front of her dismembered body covered in a pool of blood, he can’t help but shed more tears knowing that she is now gone. He slowly kneels down beside her and takes the ring off her finger. He strings it together with the other before wearing it on his neck. He hugs her head tightly and, he puts her into the bag one by one grieving. Zipping the bag, he prays as if in a funeral in total complete silence smiling crazily...
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