It was a very cold and quiet night wind moving across a ground covered in an icy sheen where even the footpath of a mouse could be heard. As I was walking the only thing on my mind was how I will tell Victor that I killed Angela. As I began to walk back home, I saw a young woman she was as beautiful as a freshly grown rose her face was as light as a shining star in the sky and her long brown hair flowing through the wind freely. “Angela” I cried, hoping that the lady didn’t notice me staring “Excuse me sir are you ok.? “she said anxiously. I couldn’t utter any words out of my mouth all I could think of is how my life would be if Angela was here. “Sir…” she said again “Oh I’m sorry, Yes I’m fine…” I said, hoping that this will be the last lie
