Harrison agreed, but it still hurt. His girlfriend was murdered in front of him. Within seconds, her book life was slammed shut and thrown to the fire. He began to cry while driving, just thinking about it being gut-wrenching. "I guess I can get the body out by myself. It's not the first time I've had to bury someone on my own because of some frEAK SHOW RUINING MY LIFE!" You felt the car jerk, now going a lot faster. He stepped on the gas, now going 20 miles above the speed limit. He was angry. Angry at God for what he's done. He just kept going as you pleaded for him to go slower. Glancing over and seeing the fear in your eyes, he did so. "I'm sorry. She just-" He wiped the snot from his nose, before putting his hand back on the wheel. "She just meant the world to me. " Soon thereafter, you arrived at the church. Harrison was rubbing his eyes as he put the car into park. He stepped out, changing his mind and choosing to go inside with you. Walking into the church through its grand arch entrance, you creak the door open. It was empty. You walked down the main aisle, strolling past the pews, and going towards the podium where the pastor preaches to the people. The stained glass art piece behind the podium glistened with the luminance from the moon. It was oddly beautiful, the serenity giving you a sense of calm. What will you do?