Kristine had the perfect life. She was beautiful, wealthy, and successful. She had a handsome husband named Karl who was a police and an extremely good-looking son. However, the tragic woman soon discovered that her husband was having an affair. It was not the most original betrayal ever committed, but a betrayal nonetheless. She did not weep when she found out, nor did she shout. She did not even think of filing a case against them to put them into prison. Instead, she ran from her family and from her duty as a mother. She walked the streets at night and hoped to find peace within herself. However, that peace would not come until it was too late for salvation.

Kristine continued to walk the streets at night. Her once beautiful face had become worn and tired. She wanted food, but could have none. She had squandered her money on drugs and alcohol. She was drunk and without love, without the warmth and comfort that everyone should receive. She wanted to die more than she had ever wanted anything else.

One Saturday night Kristine looked down into the water by the bridge and thought about jumping. However, her attempt was halted when she saw a reflection of a happy couple just from nearby. To her surprise, it was her husband with the woman he had an affair with. In that moment, all sound seemingly left the noisy street. Out of anger, Kristine suddenly withdrew a knife from her pocket. However, a witness saw the act from a car nearby and warned Karl to watch out. Karl crammed and took his gun from his pocket and fired two bullets into Kristine’s chest. Within seconds, Kristine was dead. Looking at her wife's corpse, Karl cried. After 10 seconds of silence, Karl seemingly felt guilty. He put his gun inside his mouth and fired. Their corpses were found together on the street. It became cold and pale as heavy rain poured.