Silence

That was what greeted him as the door slammed shut behind him.

His eyes locked on the broken glass before he saw the blood

Warm, scarlet blood that still continued to leak from two bodies that lay sprawled on the ground

His mind painted a picture and his heartbeat quickened when he saw the knife

Sticking out of the woman's chest as she glared up at the roof.

The gun in the man's hand was now pointed at the wall

Free of bullets and of the purpose it had now managed to serve.

His eyes were hollow, lips pulled apart in a silent prayer

As his hand reached towards his wife's, their fingers lacing together, sealing their love, ending it.

For he was sick and she had accepted that, believed in him.

Until the day he had whispered the three words in her ear while twisting the knife inside of her.