They were walking side by side. The conversation had vanished long ago but their connection was just evolving. Their steps synchronized and, once in a while, glances were exchanged. Those glances had been full of shame but soon, with the acceptance that there were nothing else to say, became full of complicity. At the end of the day, there was only happiness. That walk was only about that feeling.
Although they can not remember where they have been walking or what they said to each other before that silence took place, there is no forgetting the relaxed complicity they shared.
The smell should have been enough to give it away but I could only realize that I was in the middle of a crime scene when a freaking flake flew to the tip of my nose. There was nothing burning now but it sure smelled like it. Well, something had been just a few minutes ago. Now there is only a pile of ashes on the ground and tons of them in the air. I suddenly realize that as I am breathing I am inhaling bits of people. This is not how I pictured my life when I joined the love of my life in a romantic trip across the country. Now I don’t know where he is and there are parts of someone that he probably killed inside of me. I need to get out of this room and run.