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Lauren was walking around her room anxiously.

It has been two days since she last saw her fiancé.

Tears were threatening to escape her hazel eyes but she stubbornly held it in.

In her skinny hands were framed photos of her and Jacob. She has been staring at the photos for hours now, since she came back from her part time job.

More tears filled her eyes every single time she saw the empty space on the other side of the queen size bed.

We were supposed to be getting married tomorrow---

"DING DONG"

Lauren was surprised. She didn't think anyone would come to visit her in the middle of the night.

With her mind full of Jacob, without any hesitation, she opened the main door.

It was a policeman.

★☆★

The cop walked in while Lauren stood there, motionless.

What on earth is a cop doing here? Did I go against the law?

The cop looked young. He had short, black hair, that seemed to be combed countless times. It was styled perfectly. He had that serious look plastered on his face.

Lauren let him in and they sat on the sofa in her living room.

The cop studied Lauren's expression. He hold up a badge, then he said with a straight face:

"I'm Agent Moscoon. I'm here to inform you that, Jacob Williams, your future husband, was murdered. We are still working on the case. I'm sorry for your loss."

Then he gave Lauren a stack of paper. It seemed that Lauren had to fill up those forms.

Lauren sat there, eyes on the stack of paper, frozen in shock. She couldn't digest what the policeman had just said. Her mouth was wide open and there was a glint of light in her eyes.

She couldn't hold them back anymore. A river of tears rushed to her cheeks to her clothes.

"Mrs Williams, please fill up the forms."

But Lauren had lost her senses. She couldn't see nor think. She grabbed a pen from the drawer of the coffee table.

"Tell me what I have to write."

The policeman nodded.

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Sorry if I've made any mistakes.

By the way, StingrayTheNoob is my old username

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