Suspects met under the pine tree shadows at dawn. Time of meetings was around 7 while the parents were still stuck on the news channel. There was friendly commossion along with little giggles and tickles. Each meeting ended differently cause they would get hard. Then tears would be shed as they depart. Around mid night, over the phone, a scream was heard from a mile. A shot of two words killed the suspect, IT'S OVER. A direct hit to the head, down to the heart. His body was found in his bed, bleeding tears from his eyes and chest. With a unfinished note, If you are reading this now then I would be dead. No not killed by a criminal, but by feelings, by words not being shared. The toll was just too much, please find it in you to forgive me my ... That's all we have, yet.
This case continues, I will not rest until I find the other suspect.