My Death Turned the Don Into a Lunatic
It was really her.
I wanted to respond, to scream, to curse her, but my body was already dead. No sound came out.
Only my consciousness remained, drifting in the frozen air as it watched the curled body in the corner.
The skin of my corpse was darkened purple, with a thin layer of frost covering my lashes, and my hand curled tightly as though clutching something valuable.
I knew what was in that hand. It no longer mattered.
Outside the iron door, the sound of high heels faded away once more.