Everything about her was a lie. Even the shawl that wrapped her up and made her look like a shadow, a grieving widow when she was the murderer.
He has seen her, after a time of forgetting that this was once his world. The funeral of her husband, her former life partner, was the occasion. It seems that not only a sad body is buried, but also old dreams.
The world hasn't changed since he left with her. He was caught up in the moment she took him away from his, leaving him in such great pain that he still breathes from his wound.
He cried as if she had killed him then, today he is, and his world has turned upside down because he feels that if she had not woven that web of mysterious seduction, he would be alive with him, loving each other as before she crossed their lives.
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He knew she had something to do with his death, as they had written to each other and he told her that he suspected she was up to something, that he was sorry, and when he told her he was leaving her, she laughed and threatened him. Her eyes denounced a plan to end it.
"Mourning imposes respect she does not deserve,"- drowned that thought in turbulent hatred, as she tried to chisel the ice from her gloomy gaze to reveal it to all, for she was but a harpy playing the part of a widow. And, as she swallowed her tears, he said to himself: "She is definitely a witch".
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