It's been five years since hell began. He would never forget the agony he felt holding her bleeding dying body in his arms. His tortured cries could be heard for miles.

She was everything to him and now she was gone and it was all his fault!

He should have listened...she would still be alive.

A burning fire of sweet love, forged from childhood, unbreakable by storms of life was snuffed out by his stubborness.

They were birthday mates and it was always plenty fun with his sweet wife. But that year, she had wanted a quiet event...just the two of them alone at home.

He had wanted excitement...so he persuaded her and the sweet person that she was, she listened and went along to her death, taking their unborn child with her.

A thousand wishes couldn't bring her back...it was too late to turn back the hands of time.

A bloody red sky appeared this day five years ago.

Maybe...just maybe he would end it today.
Put an end to his miserable existence...the bottle of poison not far from his reach.