She stood away from the facade and sighed. The work was becoming too difficult and the facade of her own life was cracking. She didn't know what to say to him anymore and it wouldn't matter anyway. He was gone.

The sigh turned to a scream as she realized what had happened.

The blood stains may never come out. At least not form her heart. Was she sorry? She didn't think so. She just stood and screamed at her own frustration.

He was gone and damn good riddance. The bastard had ruined her life, her freedom. He deserved every thrust of the knife.

She stopped screaming and walked away, spitting on him for good measure.