My wife is beautiful, breathtaking. Her eyes, blue and dreamy and her lips soft and pink.
I could look at her forever if I had the chance.
The only green dress she's always clad in. Every morning I kiss her forehead and leave for work.
But there's just one bad thing about her. She didn't want to be around me, screamed that I was a monster.
But now she lies in my bed, waiting for me each day.
I am just really sad, why did I have to kill her?