"TAYLOR KINNEY AND JESSICA BIEL BOTH SHOT AND KILLED. TWO CELEBRITY COUPLES TORN APART." The headline on the newspaper read. I was still sobbing, and clutching the article, holding it close to my heart. It had been 10 hours already, but I just couldn't get used to the fact that my beautiful, beautiful boyfriend was gone. Forever. "Who in the world would shoot him? He did nothing to make anyone dislike him." I whispered to myself. Taylor had been shot on the set of Chicago Fire, but no one had found who had done it. Whoever it was, I swore I would hunt them down and make them suffer. I remember I was just too tired to do anything but lie there and cry my eyes out. Every second of that day, it felt like I was dying. All anyone knew was that whoever shot him also shot Jessica. The killer had shot Taylor, and then ran two blocks and shot her. The police couldn't indentify the shooter, but they knew it was the same man becuase he was wearing all black and was carrying a gun. I just couldn't believe my eyes, as a tear rolled down my cheek and onto the front page of the newspaper, blurring the text. Right then, her phone rang and it was her manager. "Gaga! I know right now is not a good time, and I'm so very sorry for your loss, but NBC wants to know if you and Justin can do another episode of Saturday Night Live together! I think it would be a great way to show the world that you're both alive and well, and that everything is gonna be alright!" he told her, optimism in his voice. "But I'm not well." she said, groggily. "Well, at least make them think that you are. Gaga, this is gonna be good for you, it'll help you get your mind off things! I'll give you Justin's cell number. I really think with all of this happening to you two, you both know what the other is going through, and you can help each other get through this, together." She sighed and mumbled "Alright. I'll do it." as he gave her Justin's number. "Goody, goody! The fans are gonna be so excited!" She wiped the tears from her eyes and said "Okay, well good then. Bye." "Goodbye." Then he hung up and she slumped down on her bed, hiding her face in her hands, and sobbing even harder. Saturday Night Live and her friend Justin were the last things she could think about then. She just wanted her Taylor back.
