She always did simple things to show me that she cared. When I feigned sleeping, she directed her interest to me by caressing my smooth face. I loved the feeling of her humid breath hitting my lips. The investigation went on for two and a half months until a fisherman found her lofting beside the neck of the soiled river. Her death was sculpted into the community's head for a few short minutes.
Ignorance is bliss.
The last time I saw her sparkling face was when we made everlasting love with dripping candles condensing my parents' room. We were definitely hopeless romantics.