Lost Love

Short Fiction

The sink goes ‘drip, drip, drip’.

It’s been dripping since that day.

I can’t seem to fix it. I’ve tried. I even called the plumber and just nothing seems to work.

I really think it’s her.

She is trying to take revenge.

I put on earphones and music as loud as I can but I can still hear it.

‘Drip, drip, drip’.

It’s as if she wants me to never forget her.

Forget what I’ve done.

But I must.

I start looking for a new house.

I don’t want to live here anymore.

Not if she is hunting me.

But, you have to see, she left me no choice.

We had been together for a year. She was the light in my life.

She fell in love with me so soon. I felt in paradise, with an angel by my side. But then, months after we moved in together after she had promised to love me no matter what and for times forever.

She started to get cold.

Come back late from work.

Seeing some new friends of hers.

It wasn’t my fault I was unemployed. You know how crap the situation is. Yet, she would always complain about me for not trying harder.

But, spending all my nights worrying for her, looking through her messages and emails to try and catch whoever was trying to get her away from me wasn’t leaving me with much time in my hands to look for a new job.

It was Friday the 13th when I finally decided to follow her.

See what she did after work and made her come so un-loved with me. So cold. So distant.

And I saw him.

A tall guy. Black hair, black eyes, like the reaper he was. Killing the love of my wife for me.

They went to a bar, had a couple drinks. I managed to be unnoticed. I guess she was used to not noticing me.

They started to get touchy and I had to contain myself. I couldn’t do something foolish, at least not in a place this crowded.

They held hands walking out of the bar, towards I’m guessing his home. It was only 7pm. She was used to arriving home at 9pm, so I knew what the next two hours would be like.

I continued walking behind, following them, being unnoticed.

They arrived home and started kissing. Touching, caressing each other’s body. Jackets came off and trousers ended on the floor.

Luckily they had their hands too busy to close the door properly.

I waited for a bit until I knew they would be naked, defenseless, weak.

I got in, I could hear them in the room.

She was moaning, he was saying words my dear mother would not have approved of.

I grab a knife from the kitchen. Each moan of hers is making me more confident that this is the right thing to do. She promised to love till death do us apart.

Well, death was coming, honey.

I start walking to their room but I hear her opening the door and getting in the bathroom. The shower turns on.

I decide to deal with the man first.

He is lying in bed, all sweaty showing his masculine body, perfect hair, checking his phone. How dare he check his phone after having had my wife? How dare he leave her alone and not shower with her? Bodies like hers are rare to find and should be worshipped.

I walk as slowly as possible, the man doesn’t notice me.

I grab a pillow and at the same time that I push the pillow down the back of his face so that his face is buried in between pillows, I stab him with the knife. Not one, not two, but about ten times.One for each moan he gave her. The screams couldn’t be heard thanks to the pillows.

Then, when I can see his life has ended. When there is nothing left in that man’s body to continue ruining my life. When all the memories of my wife’s body have completely disappeared from this man’s life. I walk towards the shower.

There’s steam coming out and I can hear her singing. As she has always done. Even though she stopped two months ago, the same time when she started arriving late at home.

I open the door slowly, leaving a blood trace everywhere I touch.

I see her naked, beautiful body through the shower door. All steamy, all wet, so perfect.

I leave the knife by the sink. I won’t destroy her body, I just want to stop my suffering. End her life, so the only love she ever gave was to me and no one else.

I open the shower window, she screams. She screams like hell.

I cover her mouth with my hand. She bites it, but that pain is nothing compared to how I’ve been feeling thanks to her.

I hold my arm out and bend it over her throat. As a sweet embrace. But this time squeezing a bit harder. Stopping air from coming in or out. Stopping the pain she’s caused me.

‘I never wanted this. You made me do it. Why did you promise your love to me if you were going to leave me? Why?’ I start crying.

I can’t help it. I didn’t want this to happen. She was the light of my life. She was everything to me. But she betrayed me. She lied to me. She gave her love to someone else.

She tries to get loose, but there’s no competition. Her angel-like body is beautiful but small and weak.

It takes about 3 minutes for all her movements to cease.

When I’m sure her body is lifeless. I turn off the shower. And I lay her on the floor. She is dead, but she still looks beautiful.

I bent down, and kiss her lips. For the last time. I’ll be the last man she ever kissed, the last man that hugged her. The last man that truly loved her.

‘Drip, drip, drip’

The sink makes that noise again. Each drop reminds me of that day. The day I set myself free from her lies, but also the day I lost my third wife.