I walked into the campus of PIU, feeling overwhelmed. I held a book in one hand and my bag in the other, and as I walked, I read the book and took in the sights around me. As I passed the building at the center of the campus, I heard a loud commotion coming from the other side. I paused and looked up, trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn't see anything from where I was, but I could hear people crying and shouting.
Curious, I walked closer and saw that a crowd had gathered. There were students standing around, looking shocked and scared. My heart raced as I slowly approached them, and as I got closer, I realized what was happening. In the middle of the crowd, there was a woman lying on the ground. She was motionless, and I could see that she was no longer breathing. She was wearing a white dress, and her face was pale. My stomach churned as I realized that the woman was dead.
The crowd was in shock, and some of the students were crying. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me as I looked at the woman's lifeless body. I had no idea who she was or what had happened to her, but I couldn't help feeling a deep sense of loss.
As I stood there, trying to process what I was seeing, a man pushed his way through the crowd. He was tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. He looked at the woman's body with a mixture of anger and sadness, and I could tell that he was grieving deeply.
"Who is she?" he demanded, his voice shaking with emotion.
No one answered him, and he turned to face the crowd.
"Has anyone seen anything? Did anyone see who did this?"
Again, there was silence. I felt a pang of guilt as I realized that I hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary. I had been too absorbed in my own thoughts and my own world.
The man turned back to the woman's body, his eyes filling with tears.
"She can't be gone," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "She can't be gone." he whispered again.
"She can't be gone!!" He shouted loudly while pushing the police because he wanted to go to the woman's body but he could not get close because the police stopped him.
"Venice! Venice!" he called the dead woman while crying.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I watched him grieve. I didn't know who he was or who the woman was, but I could see the depth of his pain. It was as if a part of him had died along with her.
As the police arrived and began to investigate, the man disappeared into the crowd. I watched him go, feeling a sense of sadness and loss that I couldn't explain. It was as if a part of me had died along with her, too. My Class was suspended because of what happen and the case is not over yet.
For the rest of the day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed inside me. The world seemed brighter and more vivid than it had before, but it also felt more fragile and more fleeting. I realized that life was precious and that we should cherish every moment we have, because we never know when it will be taken away from us. And as I walked back to my dorm room that night, I couldn't help wondering who the woman was and what her life had been like before she died. It was a reminder that we are all just passing through this world, and that our time here is fleeting and precious all at once.
The news of the woman's death spread quickly throughout the campus, and it seemed like everyone was talking about it. I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for not noticing anything out of the ordinary. I had been so consumed with my own thoughts and worries that I had failed to see what was happening right in front of me. As the day passed, more details about the woman's identity emerged. Her name was Venice, and she was a senior in our university. She had been a talented artist, and her paintings were displayed in the campus art gallery. She had also been an active member of several student organizations and had a close group of friends.
The more I learned about Venice, the more I felt a sense of loss. She seemed like such a vibrant and passionate person, and it was hard to believe that she was gone. I found myself thinking about her often, wondering what her life had been like before she died.