With lost and blurry sight the woman held in his arms watched and heard unclear yells… feeling their desperate vibrations in a weak body... A sight that made her mumble unfinished thoughts to one disturbed by grief.
"Aslak..... Despicable… man…"
"!? Fa-... fatædi…"
"I hate…" — '... how I…. Loved you…'
"...... -lina..."
The wife's consciousness was lost with the clear view of a crying spouse. Hoping for such to be the last view and broken sound she would have of the man, for in her sorrow… the despair in his once admired amber showcased the harm she craved in the deepest of his soul.
*******
"Get out."
"... What? No, I want to be with her!"
"If you're like this you'll get in tha way!! Get out!!!"
"..."