Her red shoes come into sight, wait…not hers, its. But you don’t see the knife or gun, you’re too busy reliving the first sight of the heart-stopping red shoes that would change your life. Forever.
Her red shoes matched with the lipstick, the bag, the hat and was completed with her best black dress; you take note of how delicate the poppy design is upon it, it was your first date with your angel. You remember how you talked into the early hours and laughed heartily together throughout, and how your heart and soul shone with love for her, “only her” , that was what you said to yourself.