He opened up a photography studio so he could be there for her. They were high school sweethearts and they married young, he was 21 and she was 20. ...They were married for 26 years and a part of him died with her; he held her in his arms as she drew her last breath.I sent him my pat answer that life has to go on; that response was posted on my column’s site. What I didn’t expect was Dean to continue corresponding with me. Maintaining my professional distance in my replies, deep down my. Nearly forgot about her. She's sitting on the far side of the fire, half-cloaked in the shadows of the abandoned building. Her badge glints in the firelight, just a little bit brighter than her eyes. She swigs from her beer, something cheap and American, never quite taking her eyes off me, like she'd just seen a ghost. "That's all, folks," I croak, managing a good-natured smirk. I'm vaguely aware of having narrated the experience for her. Its funny, talking out loud kinda seems to come. ‘Come on Eleanor, the cops say we can leave.’ She said softly, desperately looking for a place that wasn’t soaked with blood. ‘Ok.’ Eleanor whispered and she stood up, letting the blanket fall away. As they walked out of the slaughterhouse, Anna turned to her friend. ‘I saw you, you were the one person he didn’t kill. He completely froze when he saw you. Eleanor… what happened? Why didn’t hehurt you?’ Anna asked desperately. Eleanor was silent before answering. ‘I don’t know, but I hope I meet. I'll let the sheriff know where I'm located, though. I might write to him occasionally." Please do. I guess I should be going. I can't get over the change in you. Not only how you look, but how you speak and act. We have missed a life together, haven't we?" It looks that way. Trouble has become a way of life for me, but I still wake up in the morning with renewed hope everyday. We are from two different worlds and it was just so improbable for us to have a life together. You are so beautiful.".