When he reached the top of the stairs, he looked around.
Blood droplets ...
He followed slowly as her scent filled his nose, slowly growing stronger.
He knew what was waiting in this room.
He knew what happened to her.
And yet think about her ...
Chase dismissed his thoughts as he rushed towards the room despite the rapid pounding of his heart and an inner voice telling him to turn away.
Dead Zuma was lying on the floor, covered with blood.
His Zuma.
She was stabbed multiple times, as can be seen in the cut open skin and the bloody blade next to her.
Chase crouched down, his fingertips brushing her skin.
Carefully lifting her body as if she were glass, the chase brought her closer to his chest, caressing her face and hair.
He pushed the stray strands of her hair away from her face.
Hiding his face in her silky dark hair that smells of sea salt, he inhaled its scent.
The once fluttering of his heart has now been replaced by the smashing of his heart.
He put his hands over her eyes, gently closing them.
Tears ran down his cheeks as he stared at Zuma's lifeless body.
He pulled her closer again, sniffing a little before collapsing completely.
His screams echoed on the walls of the empty house.
He hugged her body, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.
She is gone forever.
He had lost the only person that made him feel happy, the only person his heart had belonged to forever.
Zuma.
- ROCKY, HELL CONSUME YOU !