Who Killed Jessica Pauler?

It was all too sudden. She was like the candle whose burning wick was cut cold short, her jaded incense wafts the air and leaves a bitter smell. Muddled moans and wails fail to echo the firm strings of her rundown guitar. She was gone too soon, and no one knows how or why her light was blown away. She wanted to make an influence in the world, yet she was gone before anyone could have the pleasure of inhaling her humble and sweet aroma. She was gone before anyone got to hear her drowning voice and ambitions. Before they could cuddle up to and savor her fire, it was smothered by the cold heartless rain. The small fire of her life was the warm and bright closure to my hope, and I am now left sinking into a pool of despair.