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The shrapnel of a bad relationship was evident in Kylee, and I feel that I am obligated to help her get over it. A broken heart is like a vacuum cleaner, sucking the life out of its victims. I should know. I feel that pain every day. Love can make people do crazy things. I am prepared to help the person who inflicts the greatest pain on me. In a normal world, I would be celebrating her demise. But I feel guilty. Maybe I was responsible. If I was there for her, she would still be perfect. Kylee would not have the urge to cheat on me.

After several sessions with the doctor and medications, there were improvements in Kylee’s physical appearance. The glee starts to appear in her eyes again. The precious flower begins to emerge from the dust. The resurrection of Christ was a motivating force. Her clothing started to take shape again. The stars were appearing in the night skies. I was determined to erase from my memory the betrayal, but it was easier said than done. Was Kylee the lady in the red dress from my dream? Time will tell.