The priest commanded me to get her foul body out of the premises when done. He also made the point that the process should occur in the dead of night, when there’s no soul at the church.
The night was long, tough. There was barely anything left off what once was an innocent girl full of life. Her beautiful smile had become a scornful and obscene grimace, only showing corruption. Her dark eyes were but an open door to doom upon which I, insensibly, dared to look.
I left her by the gates, soon before dawn. Worn-out and confused, I wandered in uneasy sleep, where a legion of a thousand voices would yell. I woke up anguished, eager to embrace darkness.