He wakes up in the dead of the night in a cold sweat with tears falling down his face. He leans over and turns on his lamp. The golden light Petraeus his shadow behind him. Tears fall down his warm cheeks he looks over at a broken picture of there wedding smiling then looks down tightening his fist for his ring was no longer there. He gets up and heads to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee as she once did for him. Then sat in the dark with the moon reflecting off the ripples of his coffee as he sat once with her talking up a storm, now in silence only his deep breath echos threw out the kitchen as the wind blew. He gets up then walks threw the empty house. The living room where once was filled with family, friends, and her now only companied by dust. He walks threw the halls where he would carry her off her feet from there wedding day filled with roses and candles, now shattered glass covers it. He walks by the bathroom where he would rub her feet for her as she laid in the tub from a long days work . Where she would playfully sneak in and flush the toilet just to see him hop out all red hot and steaming and her laughing, now's stays dor ment. Now back to his room , a empty king size bed fit for two only sleeps one now. He walks over to his dresser and pulls out a pistol and sat at the edge of his bed shaking as all the memories keep flooding back every night not even his friends , family, could help him get her off his mind , not even the liquor could wash away the pain . He couldn't close his eyes with out seeing her beautiful smile . He put the barrel in his mouth the taste of metel fills his mouth. He pulls the hammer back he says. " I'm sorry that I wasn't perfect but I was happy to experience what love was ." A loud bang goes off and the only the thing that was the room was filled with was just one bullet.