Who murdered her 2 ??!!

As I stood by her lifeless body, memories of our time together flooded my mind like a torrential rain of tears.

I remembered the way she used to tuck me into bed, her warm and comforting embrace that made all my fears melt away.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I gently touched her cold, lifeless hand.

The room seemed emptier, colder, and darker without her infectious laughter filling the air.

I recalled the countless times she had wiped away my tears and whispered words of encouragement in my ear.

How she had been my pillar of strength through the storms of life, always there to catch me when I stumbled.

Now, in this moment of unbearable loss, I wished more than anything to hear her voice one last time, to feel her soothing touch, to have her tell me that everything would be okay.

But those words would never come again.

The reality of her absence crashed over me like a tsunami, leaving me gasping for breath in a sea of grief.

The world had lost a shining light, and I had lost my anchor. In that darkened room, I wept for the countless memories we would never create, the advice I would never receive, and the love I would forever miss.

Through the pain and sorrow, I found solace in the knowledge that her love would live on in my heart, a beacon of hope and warmth that would guide me through the darkest nights.

In her absence, I vowed to carry forward her legacy, to be the person she had always believed I could be.

As I whispered my final goodbye, the room seemed to brighten for a moment, as if she were sending me one last reassuring smile from beyond.

Her presence may have left this world, but her love would forever linger, a bittersweet reminder of the beautiful soul she had been.

I held on to her hand one more time before her body turned to ashes, and those red eyes flashed before me. I stumbled back in fear. Had that thing killed her?