She walked out the door and never returned. She was supposed to be home when I came back from work, but she wasn't. It came as a surprise to me. She was out of words and out of love.
When I walked into the street that night, I saw policemen moving people away from the tree near the apartment. They had discovered the body of a young woman. Strangled.
I imagined how they must have found her. Peaceful, frozen, bloodless.
I sat in the kitchen for hours, looking out of the window until nightfall.
I watched television crews arrive, trying to get a glimpse of the crime scene.
And suddenly I realised it was over. She would never return.
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