Love Lost

sEvEn

I thought we had something...special.

The door to the garage opened and through it came the sound of rustling grocery bags and heavy footsteps.  Then, there was a thud.

"Geez, babe, why is it so dark in here?" Trent inquired into the darkness as his pinkie finger flicked the light switch on in the kitchen.  "With all your sculptures, I could have impaled myself just now.  Did you want me to trip and die?"  Gwen was a famous sculptor now, but she hated it.  Yeah, art was her passion, but she feared her fame was only due to her Total Drama influenced household name.

Gwen, who had been sitting at the bar with her head in her hands, abruptly looked at him with squinting eyes in the florescent kitchen lights and snapped, "How dare you joke about that."

The grocery bags slid out of Trent's hands and onto the floor.  His eyebrows turned up in concern.  He'd misspoken.  "I-I'm sorry, Gwen, I didn't mean to disrespect anyone."

"Whatever," the woman mumbled, dropping her head back into her hands on the table.

Trent made his way around the bar and hugged her from behind. She twisted around in the stool to hug him back.  "I can't believe he's gone, either. I owe everything I have to him."

"I know he was lowkey obsessed with me, which was annoying sometimes, but he was one of the sweetest people I've ever known and one of my greatest friends. How can he be dead?" Gwen asked through tears, her voice cracking at the end. Within Trent's warm comforting embrace, her whole body shook with sobs.

"I know.  I don't know how anyone could harm him, let alone murder him.  It doesn't make sense." Trent added.

Then, Gwen looked up in a fit of rage, an angry fire behind her eyes blazing through the tears.  "Not anyone.  Sierra."