Stop Shooting the Bacon and Shoot the Cafe!

Two pills set on the hardwood floor of the apartment. A young girl laid on the couch with her right arm hanging off the couch while her left arm was lying over her face. Only one stalking was on her leg but it had a rip on the side, while her other stalking was not to be found. She could only move just a little bit... She fell off the couch, choking on her spit …

…pulled the trigger, in a split second my blood covered her gravestone, while the sound of the gun shot echoed like how I yelled her name that one night. So my corpse laid next to the grave of my dear friend that I loved so much, as the ground absorbed my blood. We may have been together at last or not, I do not want to ruin the surprise of death for you, my friend...