My movements jerk to a halt in the middle of the green living room that’s fogged up with gas.
Two bodies sleep over each other on the floor, a pool of blood forming beneath them.
I rush to their sides and check their pulses. As the seconds tick by, the finality of the situation hits me upside the head like a motherfucker.
Even in their last moments, they’re holding hands and leaning against one another.
Nadia’s eyes are rolled back, showing more white than the irises. Her husband’s eyes, however, stare at nothing, completely devoid of the life I was witness to not an hour ago.
I close their eyes, lost for words. They believed in a divine being and kindness, so hopefully, that being is now taking care of them.
A rustle comes from behind me before a haunted whisper follows, “No…”
I wh
