Uh... yes

*Shifty eyes* I um... *cough* found this.
*nods* It's not mine...
*Shifty eyes*
Here it is:

An Untimely Demise

Emma clung to the locket in her hand, squeezing so hard her fingers ached. Tears surfaced in her eyes, pausing there for just a second before they overflowed, running desperately down her cheeks. Something in her throat seemed to snap, and she collapsed over the body that lay before her, sobbing uncontrollably. There she lay for hours afterwards, staring into the cold, dead eyes of the only person she'd ever loved, and the only person who'd ever loved her. She couldn't believe he was gone, she wouldn't. In her mind, she willed him to wake up. She willed him to wake up and hold her, to tell her that everything was going to be okay. But he didn't, and deep in her heart she knew he never would.
The night drifted into day, and still she lay there, crying silently to herself. Her eyes drifted to the spot where her attacker had dropped the gun. It was meant to be her. Why couldn't it have been her? Shaking, she crawled over and picked up the weapon, staring half-dazed at it. The firm, cold metal in her hand was a shock. It seemed to wake her up from a deep sleep. What had happened, it didn't seem real until now. The gun was proof that her lover was gone, and he was never coming back. And it was her fault. How could she live without him? The truth was, she couldn't.
Swallowing, she lifted the gun to her temple. A single tear fell from her eye. This was the last tear she would ever cry.
"Goodbye..." she whispered, and pulled the trigger. As she fell, the locket she held so tightly slipped from her grasp, landing with a chink on the stone floor. There it lay in between two soul mates, whose souls are now all that is left of them, the eternal love they shared for each other preserved in the locket that had meant so much to them both.