The urgency in the man?s voice couldn?t reach the woman?s ears. Hitting her harder didn?t help. The screaming and noise continued to the point where the neighbors could no longer ignore it. More pounding, this time from the landlord?s fist struck against the old wooden door. Some faces peered from surrounding parted doorways, while other belonged to bodies standing along the hall and stairwell. Looks and voices went around. Everyone had an opinion, but none of them mattered to her.
Not anymore.
Cops arrived, moving with hard expressions through the throng. Crowd control pushed the onlookers back, while several uniforms came to the door. Beyond the door, within the shabby walls of the desolate apartment, he cradled her with a tenderness he hadn?t expressed in ages. Sobs shook his body as a cold despair filled the entirety of his soul. He wanted to take it all back?the last few hours, the last few days, the last few months, and the last few years. The crooked clock on the wall continued to tick as time progressed, indifferent to the man?s wish to undo everything.
Outside the cops readied to breach the door.
He held tighter when the door gave way and fought against the cops that tried to pry him away from her once they entered the apartment. When they finally forced her from his arms she fell without reaction. A cream colored slip stuck wetly against her. Skin pale and lifeless?covered in black and blue and so much red. No spark, no flicker, no light remained.
And it didn?t matter to her?
Not anymore.
Clover died with a tear in her eye and a smile on her face. When the final death came to call she remembered herself as she was meant to be.
Happy.
Loving.
Free.
Memories had rushed back as the blood fled her veins. The haunting dreams that danced beyond her comprehension suddenly became vivid and real. She remembered everything and everyone. Every joke, smile, touch, kiss, drink, laugh, friendship, and chance meeting lived in those last few moments. Every life she ever touched; touched her in return, held her close and filled her with love.
Her last breath was the sweetest she?d ever breathed.
On the exhale she gave her last gift to all of those who had gifted her with so much?
A bit of luck carried on a breeze that felt like spring, ripe with wild flowers?
And the subtle, almost unheard voice that spoke with an unseen smile?
?Thank you.?
Not anymore.
Cops arrived, moving with hard expressions through the throng. Crowd control pushed the onlookers back, while several uniforms came to the door. Beyond the door, within the shabby walls of the desolate apartment, he cradled her with a tenderness he hadn?t expressed in ages. Sobs shook his body as a cold despair filled the entirety of his soul. He wanted to take it all back?the last few hours, the last few days, the last few months, and the last few years. The crooked clock on the wall continued to tick as time progressed, indifferent to the man?s wish to undo everything.
Outside the cops readied to breach the door.
He held tighter when the door gave way and fought against the cops that tried to pry him away from her once they entered the apartment. When they finally forced her from his arms she fell without reaction. A cream colored slip stuck wetly against her. Skin pale and lifeless?covered in black and blue and so much red. No spark, no flicker, no light remained.
And it didn?t matter to her?
Not anymore.
Clover died with a tear in her eye and a smile on her face. When the final death came to call she remembered herself as she was meant to be.
Happy.
Loving.
Free.
Memories had rushed back as the blood fled her veins. The haunting dreams that danced beyond her comprehension suddenly became vivid and real. She remembered everything and everyone. Every joke, smile, touch, kiss, drink, laugh, friendship, and chance meeting lived in those last few moments. Every life she ever touched; touched her in return, held her close and filled her with love.
Her last breath was the sweetest she?d ever breathed.
On the exhale she gave her last gift to all of those who had gifted her with so much?
A bit of luck carried on a breeze that felt like spring, ripe with wild flowers?
And the subtle, almost unheard voice that spoke with an unseen smile?
?Thank you.?