#...the end

‘Wait’, he said in a lifeless tone. ‘I have to do something.’ He kneeled down, slowly and cautiously, to take the thing off her chest. Still warm. Breathe, he whispered, breathe. She didn’t. Then, he undid the clasp and threw it away as hard as he could, without looking.  There. Like this. Now you’re free, now you’re mine. He lay down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.  Baby. What have you done. What have we done. Baby. I’m not going anywhere. ‘What the holy fuck?’ ‘Shoot me. Shoot me too, so we’ll be together. Cowards. Animals’. ‘What’s going on...’ Someone was trying to help him up. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying with you. He looked like a dog guarding something. Could have growled. ‘She was my wife’. The words wouldn’t come out. Explaining this was even harder than... ‘Before!’, he barked, seeing his widening eyes. Always. He buried his face in her hair. It smelled like blood.