Compassion.

The heart broken silence filled the room. Everyone was teary eyed and the sadness, the full and complete sadness was enough to make my hands shake and my head droop. I stood up unable to bear the melancholy heaviness hovering around me and I walked out into the hall as all heads turned to look at me asking, "where is he going?" "Is he ok?" I wondered how this terrible news could affect me so harshly again. I had already known this before anyone else knew, before her family, her friends, the school. Yet every time the words were repeated I could feel the tears burn in my eyes. Savannah was dead and I had been the first to know. Now don’t get me wrong, I didn’t kill her, no, I would never kill her. I did try to kill her but when I pointed the gun at her, I just couldn’t do it. I loved her too much. Instead I set the gun down, and kissed her. It was the first time I had ever disobeyed my boss and father, and had walked the other way. That was the last time I saw her, the last time before she died.