This is the prologue! I figured I'd post it - however, I'm already well into writing the first chapter and will be updating that soon. Let me know what you think thus far.
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With exception of the moonlit beam of light reflected in his idle lover's eyes, the area was blanketed by darkness that only the hours between two and four in the morning could discern. A gentle rainstorm tapped against the windowsill, creating symphonious background ambience which fit in harmony with the stillness of the scene.
He proposed a deep gaze into the chocolate colored eyes of his wife of just five short years, who now lay still in his arms as a product of his drunken rage.
He raised one hand to gently push away the stray blonde hairs that had fallen into her face. With slight hesitation, he closed her eyelids - swiftly pushing away the fact that he would not even see them light up with fiery passion once more.
She was a pale shade of light gray illuminated by the moon which poured in like a stream through the window's blinds. Her skin was always akin to a furnace, but she had fallen cold.
He was still drunk, there wasn't any doubt about it. The rage had long since fled but the placement of his character and mind was still mislaid. However, in this moment, he recalled the events which lead to the homicide of his wife.
He dropped her corpse to the ground and gained his balance upright on both feet. "You bastard. You fucking bastard!" He screamed at himself in hysterics, realizing the caliber of his actions. Falling to the couch which sat behind him, directly in view of her lifeless body.
The tight purple and blue markings around her neck told the story in full. He had asphyxiated her.
He remembered the grasp he had, tight around her neck. It sent a shiver down his spine as he recalled the action which evoked her violent last gasps for air. He had consumed her last breath whole and filtered it into more rage. He recalled watching her fall to the ground as he stormed ferociously out the front door which shook the house like an earthquake with it's tangible slam.
He could only imagine the fear that must have run through her veins like shards of glass piercing every part of her body. He could only imagine the pain she must have felt in the moment of her final breath. The final breath that he, the love of her life, stole from her existence.