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Rose's eyes were as blue as the sky on a cloudless day, her hair the color of a wheat field. She remembers what her husband; Jonathan looked like with his beautiful brown eyes and his wavy short brown hair. The only thing she wishes she knew is what the killer looked like. She was driving in to Blacksburg Virginia, the place where he was killed, the place where the memories stung more than a thousand bees. Whenever she decided to call her husband’s best friend, she was dying to talk to someone she could trust after Jonathan was murdered. She dialed his number onto her cell phone. "Hello?" the voice on the other end of the phone said "Hello Henry," Henry was Jonathan's best friend and co-worker, after his murder Henry and Rose became very close and he was the only person she could trust. "What are you up too?" "Henry, I’ve decided to go back.” there was a long pause on Henry's side of the phone.   "Rose are you sure that would be a good idea?" Henry’s voice was uneasy.    Rose sighed and remembered that night.    "I'll be going out to get some milk." She said. She was ten years younger than she is now, no wrinkles from the stress that the murder put her through, not a trace of pain was on her face at the time. Jonathan was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. He just got home from working at the office; he was still in his work clothes. He folded down the corner of the paper to meet her eyes.    "I'm having some friends over for a game of pool." She remembered him looking into her eyes with his and giving her that care free smile that he always used to do.    "I have to go out shopping for a little bit, I will call you whenever I get to the store." Rose had told Jonathan that every time she ever left the house. Once she got to the store she gave him a call as promised, but there was no answer. She tried a second and a third, still no answer. She became worried because Jonathan always answered his phone. Rose got right back in the car and raced for home. Somehow she knew that something went horribly wrong. When she got back to the house she heard police sirens and saw caution tape up everywhere. She began to burst into tears in the memory of what happened. She hung up the phone and walked up to the old farm house. As she walked through the house she realized that it was next to impossible to see a thing. Rose grabbed a flashlight she brought in her purse because she had a feeling the lights weren't going to work. When she turned it on she yelped because she was standing in front of the window where her husband was shot. She could still see blood stains on the glass that came from her husband’s head. She decided she had to search the area around that window for clues to who the killer could be. She gave up on the first floor and began working her way up to the second. All of the sudden she heard a car pull up. She assumed it was the killer but she didn't know for sure. Rose felt that the safest thing she could do is hide. She heard the door open on the first floor. For a moment all was silent until the unexpected guest began to talk. "Oh, Rose, I know you're in here." said a man in his scratchy voice. "I killed Jonathan to get you for myself, but if you aren't going to let go of the past then the only answer is to kill you too!" It only took Rose a moment to know that she heard that voice before. She tried hard to remember where and then it hit her. She knew the visitor was Henry. It had to be because he was the only one that knew she was going to be there. "Rose I know you’re in here somewhere and when I find you there will be nowhere to run." She ran down the stairs and out the door tripping over an undone floor bored. She struggled to get herself back up; she finally got to her car and fumbled through her keys. "Where are the darn car keys!" everything started to look the same to her. She heard the footsteps of the blood thirsty killer walking down the steps and to the porch. She looked up, and found herself staring into the barrel of a gun. She took a step back into the street and she was hit by an oncoming bus. At the hospital she was pronounced dead. She had died on impact with the people mover.