The Grey Line

Small rain drops splatter against her once perfect nose. Her deep blue eyes staring straight into my pale brown ones. Her left arm scrapes against a fully grown evergreen, just one of the hundreds that surround us. My one true love, Maddie, now lays in a muddy hole which I had prepared earlier today. Stab wounds cover her bare torso, her lips are no longer attached to her face. Maddie, my dearest, I hope you understand this is just a sign of my undying love for you. My momento is cut short by the sound of sirens racing through my guiltless mind.