Forlorn V

The man reacted, covering his face in self-defense.
Nonetheless, blood and pieces of what looked like brain fell upon him.

Blood spattered throughout the walks. The man screamed, sickened, disgusted, mortified, scared, but mostly : hopeless.
He cried, and yet it sounded more like a lament. He gasped for air, he stopped breathing, and then, fainted.

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Screams-
Mumbling-
Gasps-
Sirens-
Policemen-
Ambulances-

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Everything the woman had predicted, it had happened. And yet, one would like to think it wasn’t the way it was meant to be.

That there was, in fact, a plan. But not the most accurate one.

That the only way for the man to actually care for her, was if she died.
She, therefore, was determined to pay the ultimate price : d e a t h.

Everything sounds logical, when her state of mind is taken into account.

But, as they say, nothing is perfect;
and, she, certainly, made one slight mistake.

It was never her intention, though.

One could never predict how the man would react.

And that was the one failure.