She stood there in the icy, cold, snowy wind, face and hands pressed tightly against the glass, breath fogging the window. Where was he? She shivered and drew her ragged, patched coat tighter around her frail body. Oh! There he was, arriving in his limousine, with her clinging tightly to his arm. The restaurant doors opened and the staff rushed out to welcome him inside. She gazed at him adoringly, with her limpid blue eyes.
She approached the bellboy hesitantly. "Can I- can I go in?"
He looked at her and sneered. "What, filth like you?" For a moment, some of her old fire returned in her eyes as she glared at him. "Alright, alright," he sighed, "just don't touch anything." He slammed the door behind her.
She welcomed the warmth and the decadent smells, wafting through the air. She stood there for a moment, just sensing it all. Then she shook herself, and searched for him again. He was there, at the VIP table, surrounded by women. Sluts, she thought, disgusted. But one glance of him was all she needed, he was everything to her, her inspiration, her reason for living.
But he was rich, famous, while she was just a little street girl who slept around to get by. He'd loved her, once upon a time, at school, but that was over, now. She just wanted one glimpse, before she'd fade away, even more than she had now, only a wisp, a shadow, of the cheerful, happy little lass that once graced the halls of Hogwarts. Only wanted one look, just to see him one more time.
Just one.
She gazed at him, soaking him in, memorizing his features, capturing them to her heart, though they were already there. She wasn't afraid of dying, unconcerned about the state of her soul. As far as she knew, she no longer really had a soul. And if she did, it was only a flicker, only a ghost of what it once was.
That was enough. She could go now.
POLICE REPORT - 4 August 2001 - 2300
YOUNG GIRL FOUND DEAD ON STREETS. SLITTED THROAT, PLAUSIBLE SUICIDE. WRITTEN IN BLOOD: TELL HIM I LOVE HIM. APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN A PROSTITUTE FOR A FEW YEARS. RED HAIR, LIGHT COMPLEXION, FRECKLES. DIED AT ABOUT 2019. NO ONE CLAIMED.
CIRCLE ONE:
CREMATION / BURIAL