Please note: this is a fictional tale and the narrator is a male.
I can still hear Katie’s laughter as she ran around her family’s vineyard that day. I can still remember the way her golden-brown hair shined brilliantly under the sun and the way she looked back at me. I will never be the same after that.
“Oh, Brian,” I heard her taunt, “I’m waiting.”
I remember laughing, “I am not that young anymore.” She slowed to a walk and twirled around. I jogged the remaining distance until she was in my arms. “I love you.” I whispered, cupping her cheeks between my hands. Then a shot rang out and she collapsed in my arms. “Katie?”
She stared at me, trails of tears raced down her cheeks as a puddle of blood pooled on the ground. Our fingers intertwined. “I love you.” She mouthed and then nothing, just silence.
It’s never supposed to be like this. We were supposed to get married and live happily ever after. Slowly, I bring the gun to my temple as I take another swig of wine. We will be together again very soon, Katie.