It’s cold.  Darkness fills a room only lit by a computer screen.  A man sits alone behind in his grand leather chair gripping his head with his long, worn out fingers.  He takes a deep breath and drags his hands through his hair.

I didn’t used to do this.  It seems that ever since, the incident, I can’t seem to get away from it.  I can only sit here now and think of something to write to her.  She needs to understand what has happened to me.  Okay well, how do I describe an incident such as this?  Word’s cannot describe what I have done.  Would she understand if she knew I was set up?  There is only one way to begin this letter.

He slams his pinky down onto the shift key and with his pointer finger depresses the “F” key.  The man leans back in the chair, as if forgetting how to spell the word, runs his hands through his hair.  The computer screen is bright in his face and has given the man a headache.

I can’t help, but think of her face.  I can only close my eyes and see her long blond hair covering one eye, and her smile as bright as the mid-day sun.  I look into the darkness sometimes and see her trying to lure me back into the shadows.  What’s worse is I’ll find myself smiling back at her or reaching for her hand. Where are you when I need you most?  Oh yes, I remember…

Slowly his finger pushes down on the “u” key.

Images of two cars colliding, like metal mating metal in a frenzy of emotion, has poisoned me for days.  Sirens and brakes in the night can only be compared to a Vietnam War veterans worst nightmares.  Why do you continue to smile at me?  I hear doors close and lights flicker on and I feel your presence.  Are you haunting me or taunting me?

His finger struggles to reach down to the “c” key.

The forbidden fruits of our love kept our hearts strong.  I did not realize the truth behind it all until I could no longer have you.  I had to return to a life that I could no longer handle.  My children are the only real pleasure in my life.   My finger is tired from the metal that has imprisoned it for so long.  I can hear your foot steps.  They are quiet, like you want to surprise me.  I don’t even bother turning around anymore.  I like for you to think you have surprised me.  When you play with my hair and try and spook me.  It always tickles me and you like to see me try and swat the flies away. Your finger is cold.

“Click”

I sit here trying to convince myself that what I have done can be rationalized.  I ask for forgiveness from all that would give it.  Forgiveness that I ever deceived my wife, I never loved her.

His fingers goes for the last letter.  He moves he hand towards the keyboard and catches movement in the mirror again.  A familiar female face stares back, a tear runs from her eye, not of sadness, but of vengeance.  She fires her gun through the back of his head.  Dying, the man’s head lays on the keyboard.

Looking into the window I can see my reflection and you are standing behind me.  You long hair seems to floor off the window and onto the desk.  My computer screen is now as beautifully red as your lips. I’m gonna close my eyes, see you in the morning.

The “k” key is stuck down.