“The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.” Edgar Allan Poe
XXI. Husband and wife. Night. Bed.
‘All I can offer is death,’ – he whispered.
‘What’s the point if I won’t be able to see you there,’ – she smiled and sent back ‘being-tough’ vibes.
‘I am a good company,’ – announced Death.
‘Who said that? There’s someone here,’ – she jumped up from the bed.
‘I know. I hope it is my freedom. Drink this. It will calm you down…’
‘What? What is it, in the glass?’
‘What’s wrong with the freedom?’ – asked Death.
‘I have no fuckin’ clue, okay? I’ve just lost my wife, ’ – the man lifted the body, carrying it outside.
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