He came into the room and I knew that he was trying to tell me that she was dead. He was crying and I just left, I went home. I did not know what to do because I could not imagine a life without her, but I had to, now that she was gone. At home it was so quiet and everything was different now. For a second I thought that this situation was just a bad dream, but it was not. I was feeling so disappointed because I knew that he could have saved her, but he did not because of that stupid letter that she wrote.