"How could you pat? We trusted you!" *I sobbed holding the dying body of my sweetheart Billy the kid. We were engaged to be married in the spring but now we wouldn't have the chance. Billy reached up and pushed a stray curl from face. "Wild flower, don't desepair we'll see each other again my love. I love you." Billy said as he began to fade l, I held him tighted cried on him. He lost consciousness, I took the gun and shot myself.
