lying in his memory she saw the face, the face that haunted him till he sucked in his last breath. The face was white as snow, the eyes were in contrast black as the deepest corner of the ocean, they had no pupils. The hair was red, curling…long acros the neck and the shoulders. Her nose was unnoticeable, but her mouth shaped the words “you are next.” She was laying in his memory, grief was biting at her neck, like a rabid wolf stalking its its prey…
