On the evening of a full moon, a woman sits in a lounge chair staring out across the city through the window. She takes a sip of her drink and doesn't lower her gaze when the telephone rings. It rings a few times, while her hand reaches over and picks up the receiver, puts it to her ear and answers "Hello". A person is heard replying on the other end. Her only other replies during the conversation are "Uh huh" and "Sure". At the end of the conversation, her only words that can be counted as a sentence are " Yeah, see you in a bit, I love you too".
She gently puts the receiver back in it's nesting area. Her eyes still affixed to the glittering lights of the city. Tears start to stream down her cheeks, she doesn't wipe them away. She sits quietly for some time even after her drink is exhausted. She gets up from her deep train of thought and leaves the lush velvet chair, heading towards the door. Grabbing her clutch, a silk deep purple scarf which she wraps around her long slender neck. Then she grabs her coat, slipping her arms into the sleeves. Double checking that she hasn't left anything, she heads out the door without even bothering to lock it.
She gets into the fresh night air, takes a deep breath, wraps her coat up more tightly, securing the buttons. With her hands in her pockets, and the clutch under her arm she heads to the metro station. She gets on a train, there are still people heading from work, traveling a few stops she gets off, and then transfers to another line. She finally reaches the station she needs and as she heads toward the surface of the city, she can feel the cool air and the smells that occupy the street. The streets are more crowded here, as she walks a few block, people rush by her as if they are all late. Reaching a high-rise, she enters and takes the elevator up to the higher levels of the building. She gets off on the 23rd floor and heads to a door marked with the number 2306.
She knocks on the door, movement can be heard in a few seconds a man opens the door. The first thing to come out of his mouth is "Hi, wasn't expecting you so late, I just left a message on your machine." She simply replies "There was traffic, I took a taxi." She heads into the apartment, he takes her coat and offers her a drink. She kindly declines, saying she can't stay long since she has other plans for the evening. He offers her a seat in the sitting area.
Clenching her clutch as if for dear life, she sits down, as he asks her if she wants to leave it with her coat. Her response is "No, it's okay, I actually have something for you." All the while she slows snaps it open and slowly stick her hand in. He sits down next to her, and asks "Oh a surprise, what is it?" She states " I have to put an end to this I can't bare it anymore, it's just killing me."
"What's killing you, and what do you mean you have to end this?"
Next thing he knows she takes out a knife with a serrated edge and in one swift movement lunges it into his chest, twisting it at the same time. He screams out in pain and tries to push her away. She stumbles a bit but heads back towards him, stabbing and twisting. With all his strength he tries to reach for the phone, but she continues to stab and twist, until he hits the floor, pooling blood on the white carpet. Gasping for air he tries to crawl away from her but the pain is so intense. She continues with her actions, until he stops with his hopeless attempts to get away from her. She turns him over and after stabbing him 44 times, gives up. The blood is flowing out of the stab wounds like little streams of ruby red.
With labored breathing he looks at her and asks "Why?" She leans over his body, her dress stained with his blood and the knife in her right hand. She whispers in his ear "Because, I love you, and I will always love you." She lifts her head and stares into his eyes, and then softly kisses him on the lips. Her final words to him are "Goodbye my love, I'll see you in the next life" and with that she slashes his throat. Blood rushes out of the wound emptying his body of blood.
Then sitting up, she looks down at him and then slashes her own wrists watching the blood gush out, nice and warm. She lays down next to him hugging his body and caressing his hair, until she too is gone to the next life. No one will find them until later, she embracing him in a pool of blood in the middle of the apartment.
THE END.
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