GOODBYE, MY LOVE

 The room was almost done. He had been painting all day, It had to be perfect. He looked closely at the wall where the painting had dried. He smiled satisfied as he stepped back. The plastic on the floor stuck to his foot. He tried to kick it off, but ended up with the plastic almost tied around his ankle, it now revealed a little piece of the carpet underneath. Quickly he unraveled his foot from the clear plastic and covered the bare carpet. He walked to the center of the room and looked around. The corner at the window was not painted yet. He had been waiting for the dark. The time had almost come.

In the meanwhile he decided to go out in the small kitchen. The smell of the paint was everywhere, at least it covered the other smell perfectly. As he sat in the kitchen and starred at the sink, he came to think of her. She had been lovely. Carefully he took out the letter she had written for him, it had deep folds and the paper was turning soft. Earlier that day when he read the letter, he knew his decision had been right.

He opened his eyes and looked out of the window. The sun was just rising up. He was meeting her. Actually he wasn't meeting her, they did not have a date, but he had decided to find her. He had to end it. They had had a lovely time together, but now it was over. He got out of bed and put on his usual clothes, black fitted pants, a nice light blue shirt and his belt. He combed through his mid length dark brown hair while he carefully followed his movement with his eyes. Perfect. There were no furniture left in his apartment aside from his bed. He was moving out at the end of the month and had decided to get rid of everything. "New place, new things" he had said. He didn't bother to go out in the kitchen, he did not have any coffee, and he knew she would be at the café in about an hour, she always was. He put on his black coat and got out of the door. As he walked down the street he took out his little pocket calendar the date read March 17th. He nodded to himself, today was the day. He looked through the window in the café, there she was. He caught her eye and waved at her, she looked surprised but walked straight to the door where he stood while she smiled.

He walked back into the room. "Come here" he said "I'll take care of you" He stepped closer to her. He unwrapped her, the plastic had smeared the blood on her face. It was now completely dark outside. He walked over to the corner at the window and as he covered the last few blood stains on the wall. He thought about her and the last phrase of her letter. On the floor was an old news paper from March 17th, the headline read "Young girl commits suicide"