The corpse of Emile lay withered on the floor of his apartment. The note that Pook had read was dropped by his face and the room was silent. His dead hands clutched at empty air. Dust motes circled aimlessly as Emile’s blank eyes stared at nothing, his face frozen in confusion.
There was a knock at the door.
“Emile?” called Sabine. “Emile? Let me in.”
There was a short pause and a sigh from outside. Then there was another knock.
“I know you must be there,” said Sabine. “You never get up til lunch. Open the door.”
There was another short pause and the doorknob rattled.
“I thought we had made a rapprochement,” said Sabine. “Is there something new that has happened?”
She rattled the door handle again.
“Or someone new that has happened? Are you… are you seeing someone else now, is that it?” said Sabine. “Don’t make me look for these blasted keys, you know my bag is a mess.”
There were sounds of rummaging from outside the door followed by a sound like a sack dropping and a loud “Merde!”. More rummaging followed before the distinctive rattle of keys was heard.
“Found them. I hope your new hussy isn’t there,” said Sabine. “Because I’m opening the door.”
There was the sound of a key being pushed into the lock, more cursing and the clatter of dropped keys which provoked another “Merde!”. Finally the door was unlocked and swung open.
“Is she pretty?” said Sabine marching into the room, looking furious.
She looked around, slightly puzzled then looked down to see the corpse at her feet. The keys dropped from her hands and she stared down at the body. For some time she stood motionless looking down and then she made an unearthly, low keening sound. She fell to her knees and her hand went over her mouth. She gasped for air like she was drowning and her eyes looked up for a moment before staring back down at the remains of Emile.
“No,” she sighed. “No.”
“No, please no,” she said louder, then like a prayer, “no no no no no.”
Her hands left her face and held the frail head of Emile, she stroked the remaining hair.
“Why… why you… why you?” she whispered. “Why you?”
She keeled over and held his head to her chest. Lying on her side and clutching Emile to her she made a guttural sound in her throat. She then emitted a series of rhythmic sobs.
“We would have been so good, my love,” she whispered. “We would have made such magic, such poetry, such beauty. We would have lived a life so wild and vivid.”
Sabine’s eyes closed and she moved no more as tears trickled down her face. After a little while like this, she disappeared.