If I Fold One Thousand Paper Cranes ( Orginal story for DogLover6232 contest)

When I found out you had been stolen from me, I was broken and destroyed. When I found out about your death, I cried all through the darkness in the night.
Your name was Jade Roleston. You were mine forever, yet that was broken by the man who stole you away. I shall bring you back!
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It was a stormy Tuesday evening in mid- October. The threat of snow was quite high. I was making some tea when the call of the telephone rang through the small kitchen.
Maybe they had found you?
"Hello?" I answered.
"Have I reached Mr. Edmund Shawl?"
"Yes, ma'am." I said.
"Are you the close friend of Ms. Jade Roleston?"
"Yes." I said, unsure of the direction of the conversation.
"Well, son," A man's voice rumbled. "She's dead, I'm sorry."
"Sir," I reply to the phone. "Are you a Mountie?"
"Yes I am."
"May I come down the station and see the photographs? I am a very close friend."
"Alright."
"Goodbye, I shall come in half an hour."
"Goodbye."
The phone clicked dead.
No, no! This can't be true, you can't be dead. We were going to be married. I remember you didn't want to get married at the church because you remembered in grade school, the preacher hit me with his preacher rod thingy.
A smile glided over my tear stained face. I grabbed my pick up's keys and dashed out in to the Canadian storm.