His eyes stared deeply into her’s, every second that passed he noticed something new, a vein of gold which only few could ever have noticed. His staring contest unbroken and unwavering to any external sound or shadow which tried tenaciously to break his concentration. Neither pair of eyes showing a sign of weakness, until his eyes buckled, forfeiting a game he feared he’d loose. As he opened his eyes they decided to drift around and take in everything that happened. They focused on her head lying comfortably on the pearly white carpet and they panned to her hazel hair and then fixated on the ruby liquid as it slowly left the back of her head and contaminated the lustrous white carpet. Suddenly the outside world was screaming, he heard every sound around him and saw every shadow produced by cars that passed by her house, his hand grabbing the phone instinctively seeking help, until it stopped moving. ’She’s dead’, he told himself, ‘and seeking ’help’ would only ruin what’s left of my life, I have to act’.