Home
Darkness. Quiet. Only a rhythmic breathing could be heard in the midnight hour.
Relaxation. Trusting. She wasn't aware of the killing, of the blood, of the fear. No, she was aware, but she couldn't understand.
Shifting. The blanket exposed her back. That back covered in a pink blouse. Pink. Still so innocent. Only now, when sleeping he could see the gap between them. She was innocent, he was tainted.
Turning. Eyes opening. Shifting. Patting. This is the only invitation he needs. Laying on the bed. Eyes closing. He pulls her closer and takes in her scent.
Warmth. Home.
