Kevin starts to dress. Slowly he pulls his pants back on. One button after another.

She's gone. She may be laying in front of him on the floor but she's gone. He knew it would happen. Eventually. But not tonight.

Cut is clean. Blood isn't red. It's black. Paint it black. Kevin can hear the melody. Nick's having a party again.

Kevin kneels next to the woman. She's beautiful. Soft. Her gray eyes look straight into Kevin's. He closes them. Red from her lips is fading. It's a sight he can never forget.

Just in case he takes a picture.

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