The dirty dishes lay in the sink while the motionless body sprawled on the kitchen floor. The clock was ticking but time stood still, as silent as the last breath she withdrew. Her pale skin was still glistening with drops of frozen sweat and the tiles grew colder. An air of suspense decorated the walls.
"Amara? Why are you still in the kitchen this last?"
Her fiance, Percy, had come downstairs. As soon as he curved down the staircase, the sight in front of him got absorbed into his eyes. His heart got to her side before him, racing ahead. He could here the beat in his ears...