Under the tree.

A card, an Ace of Hearts. rested in my pocket,

I cocked the gun, as it was aimed directly at her.

The scent of alcohol, whiskey to be exact was on my taste buds.

With sun out, we were under the tree.

I pulled the trigger, her she fell to her side.

Blood trickled down her forehead.

My eyes widened, I couldn't believe what I had done.

My sweet love, no longer breathing.

In her hand, a card was there.

The Jack of Diamonds.

Tossing the weapon aside, I fell to my knees.

Kissing he, hoping she would come back.

My Queen of Hearts.

Dead, because of me.