The young woman walked into the bedroom of her small house. Throwing herself onto the bed, she felt the tears pressing at her eyes. It had been almost three weeks. She just couldn't take it, couldn't accept that the love of her life was gone. But he was… he was gone and he was never coming back. She turned on her side, grabbing the picture off the nightstand. It was of the two of them, at their friends wedding. God, he looked so handsome, all dressed up for one of best friends' big day. She couldn't wait until the day they got married… a day she knew now would never come. A single tear slid down her cheek as she forced herself to put the picture down. After that first tear escaped her eye, there was no stopping the rest of them. They just flowed and flowed. She couldn't help it… it just hurt so badly. The pain was just so intense since his… she couldn't even bring herself to think the word 'death.'