G**d Night

Ava's skin was damp and hot. Too hot. She was almost positive that she was melting. Everything in the three hundred and nine square foot bedroom had a odd red tinge to it. She rubbed at her eyes wearily trying to get the color to fade. Maybe it was just the blood coating the thick white carpet and nightstand? She looked over at her four poster, king sized bed.

There he was. The love of her life, her reason for being. He was so still and peacefully quiet. Unlike earlier that day. Yeah. This was nothing like the curse words and raised voices they'd shared earlier. This was nice. This was something they could coexist in. He was so peaceful and quiet in fact she could almost convince the last sane pieces of herself that he was asleep.

But she knew he wasn't.

He wasn't simply sleeping. But he wouldn't be waking up either. Ever again. Ava dragged herself up from sitting under the large portrait window, leaving the .357 magnum Colt on the floor. She shuffled around to her side of the bed, making a trail of scarlet footsteps. She began peeling the bloodied black and white security uniform off of her body. She moved to take off her underwear. Her black bra and matching lace underwear peeling away from her skin and taking a great deal of the damp feeling away from her.

Ava slid her increasingly heavy body under the yellow duvet next to her husband. He was laying on his side with his back to her, so she slipped her arms around him. Ignoring the sweat and profuse amount of blood pouring from the exit wound in his lower back. His body was so cold.

"Maybe I should turn on the heat", Ava mumbled into his shoulder blades. But once again the saner parts of her mind convinced her that was ridiculous. She lifted her head and placed her chin on his shoulder. As uncomfortable as it was, with him being so tall and her so short, she didn't move. Her eyes shifted to the cracked blinds. Small daggers of sunlight slipping through and mingling with the neon green of the transparent curtains.

  The golden fingers became shorter and slowly began to fade. Ava sighed heavily and moved her face back into her husband's shoulder blades. She inhaled the scent of copper, salt and Polo cologne. Before she knew it her eyes were finally beginning to close. Her chest hurt a little, but she figured that's what cardiac failure would feel like. Thirty pain killers and four sleeping pills, she knew she wouldn't hurt for long.