Stripped Down: 4 (Nailed Down)

Id set flame to that perfect piece of art. Scorched it with a lie because I knew she was too perfect too pure for me. Even now all these years later I saw the look on her face--the devastated expression that told me Id crushed her. All that beauty fractured with one lie. It broke her. It destroyed me. The last time I saw her had unhinged me. It had been years but Sammy had still managed to devastate me with a look. Then she slapped me right across the face. But today in this holy place at this time she should know I would find her. I was better prepared this time. I could wait. I could watch and see her pristine self. A perfect vision in her black dress and black hat clutching her red rosary beads as she closed her eyes and prayed. Not for me. No. Never.