She's been missing for a few hours now.

She didn't tell me where she went or where she wanted to go, she just stormed off. Nobody around has seen her and nobody heard of her going anywhere. I searched around for a while, was close to giving up and then I decided to look around our backyard just for good measure. There I saw the door on the old toolshed half opened with a strange glow peeking through.

My God.

She was sitting on the ground, covered in her blood, in a strange circle drawn on the rotten wooden floor with a knife deep in her chest right next to a locket producing that glow. At first, I was filled with confusion, then regret, then sorrow and then confusion again. She saw me, stood up and hung that locket onto my neck.

I've never felt like this before. I could feel a deep warmth within me, as if my own body was trying to keep me from going cold. I could feel my own weight pressing upon my legs. The confort of my shoes and the coldness of the air. Sensations I could feel, but that I couldn't experience or savour.

"I gave you a piece of myself, of my soul, so that if I ever go away something will always keep you warm and so that if you ever go away I'll rest safely knowing that you'll always carry a piece of me".

And from that day forth, I always wore it no matter what I did. Wether it be swimming, riding or sleeping I always wore it. Wounds hurt a little harder and my nose has been getting runny, but I don't care. I love her.