Tueuse
Eloise took a moment to reapply her red lip before stepping over the body. “What a terrible shame” she muttered, shaking her head, getting one last look at her lover. He had a handsome face, she thought. A strong jaw line, high cheek bones, eyes to die for. She’d always been mesmerized by green eyes. She crouched down to get a better look at them. They had once looked at her adoringly, full of love and the promise of a future. She stood up and looked away, immediately regretting her decision. It was chilling, looking into the eyes of a corpse. She felt uneasy, as though somehow he could still see her. She pictured a police officer calling their colleagues over, “I know who did it, look here, you can see it in his eyes.” She scoffed at herself. She was being ridiculous.
