the woman looked around, looking for an explanation that no one dared to give. at first she thought that it was a nightmare, that the situation was unreal and impossible. but it wasn´t. her husband had benn killed. over his flat chest there was a stain of blood that eventually got bigger. the woman stayed by his side, captured by that shocking image, unable to say a word. her thoughts were coming and going faster than the speed of sound. dizziness took posession of her small body, that now seemed more fragile than ever.
the people around were in silence. each of them thought the same: this was a time to make company, not questions. despite the moment was unbearable, the woman needed that: silence to remember. she has tears on her face. tears that spoke by themselves. this man, her loving husband, the one who had made her happy has gone for ever.
suddenly, the widow made an effort to order her thoughts and ideas, and evoke happier moments. moments that, of course, had to do with her husband. her other half.
slowly, the people began to leave. after a few minutes the only bodies present in that night were he and she.
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