Imagine: It's Audrey's funeral after the killer got to her.
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"Uhm, hello I'm Y/N Audrey's girlfriend. I wish I didn't have to do this but we're here because Audrey lost her fight with the killer. She knew I wasn't into speaking in front of crowds but here I am." You look down looking at your cards.
"I love her. She was my everything and I truly don't know what to do without her. She was my rock. She fought with the killer for three years and lost her fight. Audrey told me that she would never leave me but look at me now. I'm alone. With no warm body next to me in bed, petting my hair and whispering soothing words to me calming me from a nightmare where she got killed, and now I'm living the nightmare." You wiped the tear off your cheek sighing then continuing your rant.
"Now she's gone, forever. I won't be able to feel her touch, listen to her sing, see her laugh at something stupid we did, laugh over the inside jokes we had, sung duets at 2 AM, pulled all nighters just cuddling and watching movies, her calming me, feeling her kiss me forcefully or with lust, feel the way she touched me, and feel her loving me. Because now I won't be able to love anyone like the way I love her."
