It was the calm before the storm, the winds were picking up yet the night was still young. Alphonse Benoit, sat in his living room, a cup of cold tea in one hand, and a loaded magnum in the other. He knew what he had to do, and he had planned it out in his mind multiple times, but it still didn't mean he was ready to commit murder. Things between Giselle and himself were going downhill anyways, Alphonse was promised a six thousand euros to end a relationship that was declining, and reluctantly, he accepted as the thought of his towering debt loomed over him. As he looked out of his balcony of his 4th story Paris apartment he allowed himself to relapse into his memories, the scent the house smelt like when his mother used to bake cakes every weekend, or the sounds of play and excitement in the playground at school. The way the suns beams fell upon Giselle's golden hair..... Alphonse looked back, and saw that same woman that he onced loved, fast asleep. A press of a trigger and he would be cut free of any ties, he would be free of debt, and be given a second shot at life. As the bustling noises of the street grew below his feet, Alphonse returned inside, ridden of his inhibitions. Hand gripped firmly on the cold butt of the revolver, Alphonse breathed heavily and and shook his head. With a sense of new found determination he strode with purpose into the bedroom. In the dark lit room, he saw a bulge beneath the blankets now completely covered. Silently, he stalked up towards the figure, and ripped off the sheets his revolver raised. However, beneath the sheets, Alphonse found not his former love. He stood there, confused and unsure what to do as he felt a sharp pain from behind. Glancing down the last thing he saw was the tip of a bloody kitchen knife extruding from his chest. As the rain began to fall upon Paris that night, Giselle Decour walked out into the street, six thousand euros richer.
