CRIME OF PASSION

She had looked vulnerably delicate,her little baby legs effortlessly swaying in the air.He smiled to himself wondering if she ever tires.He swiftly and gently pulled her little baby fingers away from her mouth,and watched them coil warmly around his index finger.With her skin beautiful and soft as the wings of a butterfly and with her eyes barely able to focus,he had kissed her left cheek when no one was watching.And when he had picked her and positioned her on his five years old lap,she had made an impact on him for the first time.With her comfortable relaxed self,she had fallen in love with him before they met.All this ran through his mind as he gulped down the last drop of his liquor-less bottle.

She stared as he staggeringly made his way to the sofa bed where he laid recklessly.The smell of the liquor choked her,squeezing tears from her eyes.He had been handsome.The decision to marry him had been made by every extant bit of her being.It had taken her breathe away,the thought of somebody wanting to be with her, to explore and learn all about her,somebody needing her,wanting to open doors for her,spend on her and take her to exquisite places.Of course,she had been in a couple of dates before,but he had given a whole new definition to everything.She had made sweet love to him over and over again,and her daughter was the best thing he had ever given him.She had loved him desperately,hopelessly,having a conviction she was only his and him,only hers.She had believed it was written in the stars-their very own constellation up in the heavens mapping and planning their future.Right now though,she thought bitterly, wiping off the last drops of tears,it might have fallen from the sky.

When their eyes met for the first time in a while,he had read contempt in her eyes while she had read despair.She  looked beautiful sitting on the bed half-naked,reminding him of all those stabbing memories where he had made sweet love to her over and over again.It stung his heart that she had decided to let go of his index finger now that he wanted her to hold his entire hand.She looked at him and saw the man she once loved,one who had taught her how to keep her lips the first time she kissed,and how to flatter her body by the compliments he gave.It had been beautiful before it got ugly.

Drunkenly,he jerked at her,with the same speed he had ran after her when the truck came speeding towards her three years ago.He had given her life then,he had taken her life now.and as blood oozed from her pierced neck,she painfully realized that the fire in her eyes whenever he looked at her was still burning bright.Stronger.With her head on his palms,and with tears wiping off the trickling blood, she had wanted to scream “I love you.I always have!” …

But the words had gotten stuck in her throat.Never to speak again.