Etienne woke up and reached for his phone.

"2:06"

He rubbed his eyes and turned to his left. He could hear her breathe. 

His mind raced with the vison of what was going to happen. It excited him. All this while he thought he no longer was going to carry out the things he had done so many years ago. But, little did he know they were just suppressed inside him.

He turned on the night light beside him and snapped a picture of Nandhini. He wanted to remember her just as she was now. PERFECT.

Why could he not have a normal life like everyone else? Why could he not have someone to love him and just stay with him. Why did they all have to leave? The rage slowly began to build up inside of him. 

He reached for the soft pillow tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed. His heart raced. Was he really going to do this? He was almost giddy.

He held the pillow on either end and with a quick movement, pressed it onto Nandhini's face. It took only a split second before her naked body shook upon waking. When just hours ago she was squirming under the sheets from pleasure; breathless from the best orgasm, now it was out of the sheer need to catch even a tiny breath of air so her lungs wouldn't cry in pain.

All the thrashing around in bed only got Etienne more excited as he put more pressure to stifle Nandhini's cry. Slowly, he could feel her strength subside and give in to her fate. Her limp body just lay there on the bed they had shared so many nights. He released the hold on the pillow, and watched her beautiful as ever. A single tear rolled down the side of her eye. The last sign of life she had.