One desolate night on the eve of my marriage anniversary I decided to take a walk outside. It was a cold night, and although it may have not been the best night to take a walk I've decided that going outside was better than staying inside reading my daily newspaper. I grabbed my coat and headed out.
As I walked I felt weary. As if something would go wrong. I could not shake off this eerie feeling. My mind roamed from one topic to the next rapidly. That night I was especially thinking about a visit I made to a priest years ago. I was having a conversation with my conscious. I sought counsel from a priest. I asked him if it was a sin to kill in order to save a life. The holy man said all life was sacred, but a judgement would not be upon my soul if I were to save another. I left the church that day with my soul uplifted.
The path of my walk eventually led to the graveyard. I did not realize at the time that this decision would be unwise. It was dark as death and there was an ominous wind that breezed through the air. I found myself tripping over a crevice on the ground and falling on my face. As I got up I found the marrow of that night; I saw my beautiful exwife Elena.
"Why are you here?" I told her. "I could say the same for you" she responded. "Walking through a graveyard during the night" she said with a hint of sagacity, "You must be drunk." I wasn't sure if I was or I wasn't, but seeing this vulture of an exwife wasn't something I was not expecting. "I thought you hated me, why speak to me here?" I said. Elena grabbed her bosom and gaily replied, "Oh I could never hate you, after all the fun we've had." How could she have said this! I haven't been seeing any woman since the divorce, maybe she knew. Maybe this was her way of mocking me. This derision had its effect on me, I could almost hearken my heartbeat racing.
Soon enough I found myself sitting down on a tombstone, staring into space. It was disrespectful but I was not thinking straight at the time. "Do you not remember the times we've had? I sure do" Elena chuckled. What type of mind games was she playing, I thought to myself. Was she saying she still thinks about us? "I have to admit, sometimes I think that the concealment my love for you in hate was a mistake. " She cunningly came up to me and held my face. "Oh how handsome you are", she said.
I was unable to form any words. I was shocked to see her, and even more shocked by what she was saying. Soon I was just staring at Elena, and Elena to me. Seconds turned into minutes of a blank stare. Was I insane to think our connection was still there? What if this silence was a concealment of love?
I decided to break the silence. "Oh Elena, how lonely I am these days. I can't help but think about you all the time. My chamber is isolated from the city and I am all alone now. I feel as if I have lost it all once I lost you. You have committed unforgivable sins, and acted in a way where I will never take you back, yes, however I refuse to admit I do not miss you. You're tan skin, your sweet smile, I miss it all. I wish things between us stayed right." Elena listened carefully and did not make a sound. As she always did, she listened to my crazy thoughts, and as usual I expected a crazy response. Elena stayed silent.
"I do not forgive you and I can never have you again. For this I truly am sorry. I love and miss you more than anything Elena." She continued to stare. Again I found myself watching back. I was a crazy man and her a crazy woman. No one can provide a cure and I laugh in the face of those who would try.
I closed my eyes as I began to tear. The emotions I was feeling was almost too much. I opened my eyes.
I opened my eyes and all of a sudden I was once again alone. I could not fathom my thoughts on what just happened. I finally got up off of the tombstone with suavity. It was highly disrespectful. I decided to head home, my mind has been taking too much, maybe I was drunk.
I opened my chamber door and went straight to my bedroom and wept. After weeping I headed to my basement. I took out my knife and got on my knees to stare at the corpses. I spoke to them. I told them how good it felt to use that knife. How good it felt when I cleansed them. I was smiling uncontrollably. Then I felt terror. I was paralyzed. I struggled. I screamed silently. I laughed while feeling terrified. The corpses were expressionless, much like a porcelain doll. Suddenly it struck me; I was struck with the guilt of knowing I killed my wife and the lover she kept behind her back.
