The Blissful Grief

Chapter One

It was cold.

She hugged the package she carried tightly against her chest. She was improperly dressed for the freezing weather. She wore a red blouse with sleeves that ended right above her elbows. The tight little skirt she wore gave little protection from the cold. Her face was crimsoned and her hands were shaking from the cold.

Gods, it was cold.

Snowfall was due and moisture faded away. Her skin felt tight and dry, although she did her best to make it look nourished. She put on makeup, unusual to her routine. It looked good, she looked good.
Or at least, that's what she said to herself to build confidence. That, she needed a lot now.
She scampered hurriedly, for she couldn't be late today. No, not today. Not when Davis needed her. He needed her, he said so himself.
But it was not easy, the scampering, with the long stilettos she wore.
They were foreign to her feet that were accustomed to flip-flops and sneakers. Ouch, she thought with every step. Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Only if the world had remained how it was.
Only if precautions were taken right from the beginning.
Only if.......if.....this rooting out didn't happen.
Only if, only if.

"I did not ask for this," she wanted to scream. "I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!"

She paused, took a deep shaky breath and tugged at the sleeve of the translucent overcoat she wore. It failed in keeping her snug. It was not wool, just cheap, cheap fabric. She tugged at it so that she could take a look at her wristwatch. It was elegant. A costly thing, for sure.

Please, baby, please. Choose me. You should. You have to. You will, won't you love? You love me...and you will do this for me. Look at me! Look at me!

She could feel everything she felt back then. Davis' words. The way he held her chin firmly between his fingers and screamed look at me. The way he slid the watch embedded with diamonds and such stones to her wrist. The way he kissed her everywhere and asked her to choose him. To save him. To keep him alive.

She didn't like the watch one bit. But it was from Davis. Davis was all she knew. Her everything. He scared her...her he also claimed that he loved her.

Choose me, babe. Me. Me. Me. Me. I know you will, sweet thing. You will. You will......you...will. 
A kiss.
I need you.
Some sex.
Keep me breathing. Let me show love to you for long. Choose me.

Now the time had come.

She carefully covered the wristwatch with the sleeve to keep it from getting damp and continued scampering. She scampered all the way.