Obfucia

The pendant lay there, open with her picture visible to everyone now, he, even while getting his hand cuffed, still longed for her picture, or her.

The lives he took, the times he escaped police, the people he ignored, all for her. Flashed before his eyes, right before he kicked the officer, toppling him over, he looked around, picked up the gun, shot everyone and anyone he could see.

Understanding what he did, he couldn't bear it anymore, started searching for the car she was in.

Finding her dead, he couldn't bear anything anymore, he got in the driver's seat, kicked on the car, and bolted away towards an unknown destination.

Hearing sirens of police cars and ambulances behind him, he sped up, disappearing into the mist, leaving a trace of gasoline and the smell of burnt rubber.

He, without knowing what lay ahead, continued to speed up, to suddenly realise that the ground had slipped beneath him.

He was falling,
Falling to his demise.
But he was happy,
Because she was with him.