I was standing like a statue. Could I ever move again?

There he was , lying motionless in front of me. His face was planted in the dust. The brown hair was matted with dust. His legs and hands bent awkwardly beneath his body.

I stared at the lifeless object in front of me. Blood everywhere and death.

Oh death!

Why did it have to come for him?

My knees felt weak. I wanted to get away from that scene, from that horrific sight but I was glued to the spot.

I knew I would be the prime suspect behind the murder if somebody caught me here. I could be in big trouble.

Trouble huh!

What does it matter if I am arrested? What does is matter if I am sentenced ?

My life was meaningless without him. I would rather embrace death than live with that gaping hole in my heart.

Dmitri, the love of my life was dead. My new found love was shattered.

The funny thing was that I knew who had murdered him. I had seen her.

Vera, his lady love. I had just gone to press the doorbell earlier this day and Vera rushed out and collided with me.

I could never forget the horrified expression on her face. She fled in a hurry muttering an apology.

Only if I knew then...

I looked up at the overhanging balcony. A few moments ago he must have been standing there. And then she must have come from behind and...

But the question is why?

She loved him. What could drive her mad enough to go to the extent of murdering him?

I couldn't prove her guilt. Police would surely pass it off as suicide. Only I knew.

Something stuck in my throat. I wanted to scream and cry.

I still couldn't believe my eyes. Those same hairs, the same build, my idol, he was no more.

I collapsed to the ground unable to stay upright anymore. I wanted to go and murder that vixen.

A chill ran down my spine. What a ruthless woman! How could she kill the man she loved?

My whole world was crashing down before my eyes. The ground was slipping from beneath my feet.

I could hear his voice in my ears, the voice which I had adored for years, " I love you. Love you Zoe..."

I could hear him calling my name caressing each word with his enchanting voice.

He had lovingly called me 'Zoe'.

Oh why, why is fate so rude?