From where you sit on the bed, you're protected from the macabre sight on the floor.

Marriage was fun, everyone said. It brought out another side to you, gave you a partner for eternity, allowed you someone that would help you even in darkest times. But no one talked about when it went wrong. No one seemed to understand the magnitude of hatred and pain that swirled in humans hearts when everything went wrong.

Maybe they were just all stronger than you, more prepared for that special relationships failure. But you weren't. And while that may have explained the reason a body laid cooling on your floor it certainly wouldn't sway the police when eventually something would have to be done.

So deep into the recognition of your approaching arrest you're deaf to the sound of soft footsteps in your halls. The door opens and you jolt as you look up, no good explanation coming to mind.

It's your neighbour Julian. He looks at the scene on the floor and then looks at you. "What a mess, eh darlin?"