Crime Scene.

I see the familiar look in your eye.

I hear that familiar tone in your voice.

Oh, I know this.

You expected her.

The one who slips into giving unconsciously and thinks it is authentic connection.

Wow, she is good.

She trained you so well.

Look at what I created.

You have fallen so deeply in love with her.

Can I blame you?

After all she always puts you first.

She makes you feel alive and acknowledged and whole.

You came to even depend on her when you maybe didn't need to or even want to.

I can't really blame you for falling so hard.

I invited you to the class and trained you well.

But guess what?

I just heard it reported on the news tonight.

She was murdered in a back alley downtown.

Yep, a gruesome one.

Blood and guts and the whole bit.

My guess is she isn't coming back from this one.