Her bloody body stopped shaking. Her blue ice eyes turn icier. All my family saw the change in her and for the first time in forever they couldn't say anything. She then stands up from the ground, her once white dress caked on her body. Her once beautiful black hair wet with blood. She looked at me but still not looking. Whispering those words: ‘Father was right. There isn't place for love in this world. Love is for weaklings.’