The end

He startled at the image the lifeless woman on the street. He rushed over to offer assistance but others had tried and urged him to move along. It was no longer necessary. Surprisingly she had very little blood leaking from her body. Still the warm fluidity of the fresh kill felt human. He wondered if there would be a man, a lover, a best friend to miss this sweet angel. He then thanked God it wouldn't be him.

Reprieve came with the silence of the end of a life that was supported by tears and sorrows from those around her who never their kept promises and refused to consider her fragile little soul. She was now lifted up beyond the clouds so they can no longer cover the sun from her face. A happiness not experienced before would be welcome. He wouldn't miss her. The mark he claimed she made on him was faded and forgotten before he ever reached the river. She felt no sorrow for him. He deserved every bit of what she gave him. He would never doubt that.

She slipped away to better things that awaited her. The service was beautiful though solemn. No one came to say goodbye, but she said it anyway. Birds sang a lovely song that day in a melody unlike any other. The trees bowed their limbs in remembrance. And the gravediggers took extra care of this one, leaving a flower for the one they did not know. The clock struck noon and strangers moved on. It was always for the best.