A dewy spring morning, one of those where you can smell the moisture and flowers in the cool air. The breeze blew, trees swayed majestically as though the hand of God himself was moving them. And maybe the hand of God was in this scene. She lay in the grass as dew settled on her motionless body. She looked like an angel. She looked at peace.
A few days earlier...
Glasses smashed. The cat fled in fright. They argued for hours, going round and round the same topic. They didn't have enough money, they couldn't cope with the stress, they didn't know what to do. After they were done fighting they hugged and cried. "Never leave me," he said.
"I won't."
And when she woke up in the morning, he was gone.
...
"Which flowers are her favourite?" He asked himself on the way to the florist, planning to return home with flowers and a toy for their soon-to-arrive baby.
...
He found her lifeless body under the tree where they first met.
A few days earlier...
Glasses smashed. The cat fled in fright. They argued for hours, going round and round the same topic. They didn't have enough money, they couldn't cope with the stress, they didn't know what to do. After they were done fighting they hugged and cried. "Never leave me," he said.
"I won't."
And when she woke up in the morning, he was gone.
...
"Which flowers are her favourite?" He asked himself on the way to the florist, planning to return home with flowers and a toy for their soon-to-arrive baby.
...
He found her lifeless body under the tree where they first met.
