The love of his life has passed on, and this is his last chance to say goodbye.

    Christopher walked up to the chestnut colored coffin. He hesitated and took a breath, then stepped close enough to see inside. There she was. The love of his life. She was so beautiful, even in death. Her black bangs covered her left eye. Her once pink  lips were full and luscious, begging to be kissed. Her hands were folded gracefully on her stomach: her nails painted her favorite shade of navy blue. 

    He placed the bouquet of yellow roses on her chest, and gently stroked her cheek. The tears started to escape him. He choked back the pain, and bent down to kiss her one last time. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "it had to be something I loved wholeheartedly. Killing you was the only way my mother could live."

    He stepped down and walked towards his almost mother in law. "I'm sorry for your loss."