"It's over, Brian, I'm sorry." The words, her words, rand in her ears, blocking out the sound of the ambulance and police cars. When she saw the crash her mind was quickly taken back to yesterday...

"I don't think it's working out. Your schedule, my schedule... it's too complicated. Try to understand, it's not that I don't love you, it's -"

"Then we'll make it work, Chastity. We'll make it work, please."

Chastity placed her hand on his, "It's over, Brian. I'm sorry."

"Excuse me, Miss. Are you here to identify the body?" The words sent a chill up her back.

"Body?" she couldn't stomache it. Running to the side of the road, she vommited.

"You ok?" the officer asked her.

"Yes," she tried to regain her composure, "Yes, I'm here to identify the body."

Chastity shuttered as they removed the blanket that covered the body. "We're sorry," the officer said appologetically, "We didn't want you to see him like this, but you were the only contact on him, and... well, my daughter told me you were leaving to kick off your tour or something tommorrow."

"Yes sir, I understand. It's really no problem."

"Would you like a moment alone?"

"Please." Chastity picked up one of the hands and held it in her own. It was still warm. Tears started rolling down herface. Looking down, she saw a small box in his pocket. Pulling it out, she opened it to find a beautiful engsdgement ring. Letting out a sob, she dropped the box, and the ring went tumbling to the ground. She quickly bent down to pick it up.

"Miss?" the officier startled her and she quickly stood up, "Are you ready to identify the body?"

"Yes sir." The body was mangled and the blood was plentiful, but there was no mistaking the body. "Brian Littrell," she said steadily, "His name was--is, Brian Littrell."

"Your relation to the victim?"

She looked down at the ring in her hand and slipped it on to her finger as another tear fell down her face, "His fiance. I'm his fiance, sir."

The officer's eyes softened, "I'm sorry."

Chastity broke into sobs again, "What happened to him?"

The officer hesitated, "Honest ma'am? We think he was murdered."

Chastity gasped and felt the rest of her lunch start to come up. Running back to the side of the road, she wretched harshly. "How?" she asked the officer, "I thought it was a car crash. He couldn't have... who would've...?"

"It was a crash, Miss. But the gashes on the body, those were from a pocket knife. We think they were there before he even got in the car. He wasn't wearing his wlalet or his shoes; we think he was trying to get away from someone."

"If he didn't have any identification or anything, how did you know to call me?"

"His car phone was on, and your's was the last number he had dialed."

Chastity remembered the strange phone call she had recieved not even an hour ago...

"Chastity? I -"

"Who is this? Brian?"

"Chastity, I have to tell you something," he sounded paniced.

"What?" there was a long silence, "Brian? ...Brian, are you there?"

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