Metanoia

3

Michael could only stare at the body of his wife lying lifelessly in front of him.

For a moment, he was just dumbfounded. He couldn't bring himself to process what had just happened.

"[Name]..." He whispered, loud enough to echo in the empty room. He didn't really know why he called out to the corpse lying in front of him. Maybe it was empty hope; hope that this was all just a cruel joke and you would get up once he called you out for it.

He walked a little closer to the body, before he crouched down and kept his gaze stuck on the thick red blood oozing out of the side of your head.

The blood from the hole in your temple trickled down your forehead, and Michael extended his hand out to wipe it off, "[Name]." He called again but received the same response as before.

Nothing.

"You're getting your clothes dirty–just lying there. Get up." He ordered.

Not a single word was uttered back. For a good while, all he did was stare. He stared and stared, to the point where his eyes began to dry up and he had to blink to stop the uncomfortable feeling.

Kaiser no longer knew what his body was doing. He didn't acknowledge when he walked up to his phone resting on the dresser and picked it up, dialling the unfamiliar 110 landline.

"110, what's your emergency?"

He was quiet for a while.

"Hello?"

No response.

It got to the point that the dispatcher on the other side began to think that it was someone playing a prank, "I hope you know that it is illegal to prank call the police station. We can fine you for that–"

"My wife... just killed herself."

This time, the lady on the other side fell quiet.

However, she immediately collected herself and spoke up again, "Excuse me? Did you just say your wife killed herself?"

"Yes. She took my revolver and shot herself in the head."

"I-I see, I understand! We're dispatching some officers to your location immediately. Are you sure she's dead? Have you checked her pulse?"

"Yes... She shot herself in the head, she died right in front of me."

"I'm aware, sir. But if there is even the slightest chance for us to save your wife, we will take it. Now, did you try and stop her bleeding?"

"No. She's already dead and on the ground. Parts of her brain spilled out, what more do you want?"

The woman gulped before she sighed to herself, "I-I see... Can you please tell me your name?"

Michael fell quiet again and extended his gaze towards his wife on the floor. "Kaiser. Michael Kaiser."

The woman on the call was taken aback from hearing his name, "Sir, I'm asking you to tell me your real name–"

"I am Michael Kaiser. The forward that plays for Bastard München."

The woman wasn't convinced. But when she saw the location of the call, she could tell that the house was located in a pretty renowned neighborhood. So for now, she played along.

"O-Oh... Well, um... Mr. Kaiser? I need you to stay on call with me. Can you please tell me what happened?"

The blue eyed male stared down at the ground, before he sighed and sat down next to your body. He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them before answering, "I was out for practice. When I came back, she already had my gun and shot herself."