“So, she died just then and there, in front of you, lifeless?” – John had asked Woodfield, not only because of curiosity but also because he felt genuine empathy towards him in this moment.

  “Yes, she died! Are you even listening to what I am saying?” – Woodfield was furious, and full of rage, he had slammed the table with his arm. The whole room echoed his voice and the various things such as his mask were trembling on the table. It was this loud noise that woke Urien up from his deep sleep. Urien, in his room, was struck out of his sleep. While he was looking around the room to see if he could see what it was that woke him up, he heard the loud voices of John and Woodfield arguing. Although he wasn’t looking for trouble, Urien saw it as a chance to sneak up to them and listen to their conversation. He made his way out of the E. R. And up to the door of the Main Room. It was locked, but through the door he could hear the conversation John and Woodfield were having. It was a risky thing to do, but he went along with it.

  The conversation between John and Woodfield had continued.

  “At least let me tell the story until the end! Why do I feel like you are making fun of me by asking all these questions? Let me tell you, it is annoying. So much so that it is getting on my nerves more and more by the minute.” – Woodfield was obviously mad. John couldn’t even look at him in the eye. Woodfield continued to, as much as he could, retell the rest of the story.

  “So, there I was, standing in front of her. When I went inside of our house to try and find some medicine, I was no luck. Nothing could save her, and as it seemed to me that I was the reason she had killed herself; I, the love of her life, was the reason she had taken her own life.

  What did I do, you may be asking? I went to her body, and I started kissing her. My lips were all over her and I started crying. I was crying so much the tears had stopped falling from my face. I was empty; she was there with a gunshot in the middle of her head. But I could still caress her beautiful, short black hair. “Oh, my sweet Caroline!” - I was saying out loud.”

  It was clear to John that Woodfield was feeling the tensest of emotions.

  Woodfield continued. “What was the reason for her to do such a thing? I went inside the house, I rushed in again, and on our bed, I saw a note. The note was a list of the last few months and next to them amounts of money were written. Then at that moment it all clicked to me. I realized that she was keeping track of all the money that I was withdrawing from our savings: but you may be asking why was I doing such a thing, and not telling her?

  It was because I was trying to buy her something. Something for our anniversary. It was a black car, it was a good car, and most importantly it was her dream car. The model’s name, I couldn’t tell you even if I wanted, because I do not remember it.

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  I didn't want to get too much money out at once out of our savings: then she would realize what I was doing. No, I had to get it all piece by piece. I was hoping she wasn't going to notice, because as I have confirmed to you, we were not in a situation where we did not have money, but also, we were not “rich”. We had it all, not millions, sure, but thousands: and I guess she saw that I was getting a thousand out of the savings each month.

  The worst part about it all is the car was ready to pick up. The money was in a special place, where I had hidden it in our bedroom (there was no way she could find it).

  And now I realize that that car is never going to be picked up. That car, her dream car, which she dreamed of driving with me, in which she had wanted us to go on long night drives, the car in which we were about to make a million more happy memories together, was never going to be driven by us. Not by us…”

  Woodfield started to cry. He couldn’t control himself any longer. He continued to talk, all while crying so much:

  “And the money, the money she was angry about at that moment, the money she had thought that she had lost, when I looked over to our couch in our living room, it was there in in between the cushions. This was where I realized that she was mad at me for nothing; that she was mad at the world for nothing; that there was no money lost. And yes, she did care for money a lot, and it seems that it had cost me a happy life… It was at this moment that I was at my lowest. She had taken her own life for no reason. Piecing it all together at that moment…! It felt like such a shock! I didn't know what to do next and believe me, the thought of taking my own life as well, and just lying next to her in the grass, in our little garden next to the carved pumpkins, would have been almost poetic in some sort of twisted way. I was thinking about doing it, but no.”

  “Do you know what I did then? Of course you don’t! And from my life, this is one of the only things I can still remember. I got the money, or at least as much as I could, some of it stayed in the house. I got the axe, and I got my favorite hoodie, the one I am wearing currently, I grabbed her body, and I went to open my car’s trunk. I put her in the trunk of my car, and I wasn't going to let someone else bury her.”

  He stopped for a moment, and then he continued… “I wasn't going to let someone else see her in such a state, in such a low state of mind, in such a low state of life… If anyone was going to be responsible for how her death was going to be handled, it had to be me. I put her in the trunk of our car, and I started driving. I started driving to our favorite place, a happyish song was on the radio when I first turned on the car: and what I did is I slammed the brakes, I turned off the radio, I started punching all over the place and I started screaming.”

  “Screaming like a little child, I was going through such a great grief, I was thinking to myself: “Oh God, how do I stay normal after this, how do I continue on living after such an event has taken place in my life? Is there any escape?””

  “Well, after all of this I even came to the knowledge that the cops came over to our house, because our neighbors, who were not “close” to us, but they could hear the gunshot and screaming. They had called them. There was a police investigation going on, and once again, after our neighbors gave them our descriptions, they realized who we were: Woodfield and Caroline; their very own Bonnie and Clyde to catch (only this time, our deaths were to be far from romantic).”

  “We got on top of “Calling Hill” as we called it, it was our favorite hill, the hill on which we had met all thanks to one man. And that man… I know that I owe it to him that I'm living and breathing, alive and well currently. Who he is, I cannot tell you, for he is a very secretive man. But trust me, it is him that I owe to every positive and negative thing that has ever happened in my life.”

  The talk of such a man intrigued John. Urien, as well…