Chronicle of Death Not Foretold

A woman has died in the silence of her solitude.
It is said that she dedicated the last tear she could drop to his killer, then she held close the same old pillow which keeps secretly her dreams of happiness and hope…. and bled to death. The stabbing was fatal. She knew it was not worth begging, after all, for him it was nothing more than a cruel game of love.
She set out her journey as lonely as she should have always been, carrying in her heart the echoes of broken promises, of foolish dreams that she should have never allowed herself to have... .. and the last breath of love.

He left with bloody hands, without guilt, without remorse. So insensitive to the pain of the one he used to call "his wife." A good life waits for him, after all, nobody has ever heard of his master plan and soon someone else will fall into his power, another one will suffer in the end and he will smile again.

I met this woman, I saw love shining through her eyes, I saw her hope, I saw her suffering… I even envied her unconditional love.
I never understood her, but I have felt jealous of her happiness if could only share a second with him.

Do not feel sorry for her, I know she gave up her life for that love.
I do not hold a grudge against him, perhaps because I prefer to see him in the way she did… how big, how human, what a good friend he was in her eyes. She would have died anyway if he had gone away leaving her behind. By taking her life, he probably did her a favor.
Punishment? No, I won’t claim for punishment, why should I? If his mirror will remind him once and again what he did. Each time the woman invades his memory, the same dagger that killed her will bleed in his soul. When he remembers her smiling face, her voice, her manner of speaking, her body, her innocence, her deep love, punishment will come along. When a new woman touches his hand or hugs him, he will know that this new story was built on a foundation of someone else’s tears. The punishment will come with his memories, because memory has these things, it likes to come occasionally to harass your peace.

A woman died in the silence of her solitude.
She is survived by her side of mother and good friend, her woman side is long gone now.
I’ll miss her…..
Good bye.

As I was walking away I heard in the distance the reverberation of a song he used to sing for her…..