Her youthful flush color had drained from her much like the very blood from her veins upon the bedding on which she lied.
Such a foul image for one to behold, but in some twisted way it only seemed to enhance her exquisite beauty, like a lily on a grave.
I have failed. Once again I have let her down. My poor, sweet Annabel.
You trusted in me, you gave me your love, your soul.
Now I fall to my knees in front of the man who took you from me.
I fall pathetic, defeated. I will be with you again so soon, my love. So very soon.
The eyes of an angel await me and I'll be damned if he thinks he can stop me now...
Annabel: Sweetheart? Darling? Turn around. It's me. Follow my voice. Everything is going to be okay, my love. Everything will be fine. It's all over now