He tossed the cold metallic pen around watching it slowly and playfully skip between his finger. Lost in his thought reminiscing about the old days, he failed to hear the soft, yet sharp foot step approaches him. With each click of the heal slapping the wooden floor, his death approached him closer. With a sweet smile plastered on her face she slowly sinks down till his eye were looking into hers, as if blankly staring into her soul, finally understanding those intimate thoughts she kept locked away. His glossy eyes showed no signs of recognition despite the endless hours he spent looking at them.
With a hot whisper, the room felt colder. Lips almost touch his right ear, the hair stood up at the nape of his saluting her presence, yet he barely moved an inch. Numb to the world he tried to focus at the pictures strung up and the pen slipped from between his fingers and no one made a move to rescue the fallen goods. She stood there watching, in awe and dread as he slowly lost consciousness. The lights around them dimmed and for the last time, she saw that little smile she had grown to love.
The next few hours were left a blur. Nobody knew how it happened and all she screamed was that it was she who should be blamed.
