The consequence
I sit on the low wall fencing the garden below her building. My hands are shaking a bit from the cold breeze- I should have brought along a coat. The events of the last few hours are spinning in my head, literally flashing before my eyes and making me feel dizzy. My emotions are so coagulated that I myself can't sort hatred from remorse, fear from anxiety and disappointment from bitterness. I bury my head in my hands, as once again the last few hours come back…
I walked in the party, adjusting my sleeves. This was the first social interaction I was having in months. The dim lights made everything glitter strangely. I myself don't know why I was attending this party. As though on their own account, my limbs had started working, dressing and driving to this venue. I did not resist. I smiled and greeted everyone I met. This was not as bad as I thought. It was worse. And then I saw her. She was wearing a beautiful evening gown, her hair caressing her face, smiling brilliantly. One of her arms was draped around her husband's who looked least interested in the party. I moved to the bar and sat down without a drink viewing her very carefully as she pulled him to the dance floor and wrapped her arms around his neck. He reciprocated her gestures, holding her very close. I clenched my fists as she tilted her head, talking to him with her lips inches away from his. My vision blurred and my burned as she held him close, waltzing romantically. His possessive grip on her waist, the way she stared into his eyes- nothing escaped my eyes….
I open my eyes with a snap and look around. The confusion seems to have died. I get up and move purposefully towards her flat, taking the stairs. I open the door with the spare key kept under the doormat and step in the dark flat. I stroll into her bedroom and see her sleeping peacefully with her arms draped around him. Purple satin duvet clashes beautifully against her milky skin. Her curls are spread over her bare back. My fists coil up as I my gaze fixes over their interlocked hands. Slowly and firmly, I draw out the gun and take aim, careful not to hurt her. Bullet shot breaks the silence as blood fountains out of his chest. He doesn't even wake up but she does. The sound breaks her spell and she sits up looking around wildly. She looks surprised to see me here and I notice every change of emotion in her features carefully. She looked down at him and sees blood. Her eyes take in the scene but her brain registers nothing. Slowly, as though in an age, an expression of horror overcomes her pretty face. I feel sorry for her but as she tries to rouse the dead man beside her, my sympathy changes to rage.
"Get off him!" I hear my voice scream as she hugs him, urging him to get up. Only then she looks around to see me standing with the gun and screams.
"You killed him…" her voice gave away as tears streamed down her eyes. I do not understand why- she belongs with me and I can make her happier than anyone else as my love is the strongest.
I move towards her and speak in a gentle voice, "I love you…don't cry…" she looked up at me in shock and becomes very still.
Suddenly she lunges at me, snatches the gun and shoots herself. I stand there looking at her blood stained figure lying across her husband's. She looks beautiful even in death. I try to shake her to make her smile so that I could see the effect in the moonlight but fail. Exasperated I pick up the gun, point it to my heart and shoot. But nothing happens. I had forgotten to reload the gun.
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