Sick nightmare, R.I.P-----

A few hours ago I got the call that Dre was killed during a drug exchange in his home. I was there just last night. Rob told me what had happened. He managed to run away. Thank God I wasn't there. Everything was going so well for such a long time. Dre hadn't been caught in months. Now, everything is gone, done. I'm sitting in the library trying to hard not to cry. I'm trying so hard to keep it together.