I went to say watch out but was too late. Richard was hit with the guitar and stabbed. We got the person off of him and carried him to another part of the building. We knew Richard was dying. We knew Paul was dead. I was sad.
I looked at Till. "What do we do now?" Said Till.
"I am not sure but we should get back to them."
"You know Richard didn't want to admit he was married to Paul. That's what their fight was about. But, mine and his was over something dumb. It was over his hobbies and playing guitar late."
"Let me guess he about quite."
"Your right."
We all walked to where we left them and something was different. I couldn't put my finger on it but, something was different. I was trying to think of what that could be.
