T.M. Hanson

This is another one-shot from my crime series. This is based off a one word prompt from a few years ago but I kind of like it. Hope you enjoy!

Tw: death/murder, suicide, mention of blood.

He sobbed. Kneeling on the dusty tiles, almost as if he were praying. The cream of his suit marked with the dirt. His chest wracked with grief, with regret. With penitence as he asked God to forgive him.

She looked down at him, the scorching sun like a hazed halo around her and she smiled. Bestowing benevolence when it wasn’t hers to give. Fingers brushing through his hair, saying it’s okay. He was forgiven. The faint touch tightening ever so slightly in his curls, as if she wanted to rip them out.

He barely registered the cool metal against his skin before the air resounded. The dust unsettled by his body against the floor. Her pink dress stained with blood, though she hardly seemed to notice. A pool forming at her feet where the bullet had torn through the temple on the side of his head.

Then Adriana raised the gun once more, propping it carefully into her mouth. She had always thought she would end up beside him, both of them lying in the dirt. But he was left there, upon the neglected, dilapidated tiles. Her destiny was not to follow her husband; she could not go where Dylan was destined.

She fell backwards, her body hitting the water with a sickening splash. Her blood washed away like the sins of yesterday.

And there she stayed, staring emptily up at the sun.