On an ordinary evening in the 21st century, a quiet couple were finishing their supper in their small London flat. They were sat opposite each other at their dining table, blissful in their shared silence. Lou slowly got to his feet once his wife had eaten her last mouthful.
"Finished, my dear?" He asked her with a smile, holding out his hand for her empty plate. Carmen nodded and lifted it up, fully intending to let Lou carry it to the sink. Just before the china touched his fingers, however, Carmen's hands went limp and the plate landed with a loud crash on the table.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Lou panicked, pulling the slightly chipped plate away from his wife. Carmen was breathing heavily and blinking fast, looking up at the dim ceiling. Her gift was showing her images of the man she met not too long ago, wandering through the snow in pain. The man who saved her and her husband the night they went to another planet on the bus.
She knew then, of course. She had even warned him. She told him that he would knock four times, because Carmen's gift allowed her to just feel these things. She just knew.
The images changed to the man walking slowly around a coral room, despair and fear in his old eyes. Carmen watched his body explode with golden light, and she felt his soul leave the world.
"Sweetheart, what is it?" Lou cried, holding his wife's hands with concern. Carmen looked into his eyes solemnly.
"His song has ended." She said.
LunaRoseDiCaprio: Thank you for clicking on this story! Was originally going to upload this as a one shot, but it would have been incredibly long.. Read & Review! And take a look at my other story 'The Anomaly' :) Thank you for reading! xx
