A Beautiful Death

She walks down the street in a red dress. Her long, black hair, emerald eyes, and pale skin catch me, even from across the street. How is it that no one else notices her?

She turns her head, looking directly at me. A smile, a wink, and I'm frozen in place. It's not love, obviously. It's not even lust. It's just pure awe. And, as I watch, it turns to fear.

She stops behind a middle-aged man talking to his friends. Still, no one sees her. She's suddenly holding a key. And old fashioned key, like you would probably see in and old castle. My mind tries to make sense of things as she slides the key into his head, gives it a half turn, then pulls it back out. No force, no blood, not a hair out of place.

He stops talking, presses his fingers to his temples where the key was, and falls to the ground. I hear cries of "Stroke!", "Heart attack!", and "Call 9-1-1!" It's no use. He was gone before he even fell.

She blows me a kiss, and mouths the words, "See you soon."

I couldn't ask for a more beautiful Death.