I lay with her for what felt like days. I placed her body in a more natural position, ignoring the fact that parts of her were mangled and... missing. I held her close, pretending she was still there, just sleeping, napping, relaxed.

The most awkward sound of a Beatles poly-ringtone on my cellphone across the room awoke me from my daze. She had put "All My Loving" on my cellphone when I wasn't looking several weeks ago. It sounded distant and like it was from the 90s. I snapped, and looked down on her, with her eyelids closed, and smears of red spread about her still soft skin. She was still beautiful in death. The telephone continued to ring, and I hummed along with the music while I stroked her hair. She had gotten me into the Beatles. Funny considering they were from my country.

I kept her close to me for a few more hours before I succumbed into getting up and calling the authorities. Red and blue ambulance lights blinked through the mini-blinds shortly, and within seconds, the banging of outsiders trying to get in stormed my door. I managed a small yelp, like a hurt puppy, and they entered, eyes wide in disbelief of the carnage.

I remember they saw her body there, and finding no sign of life just as I had. Officers in jackets that make wooshy noises surveyed the apartment, squinted in distaste towards me, and handcuffed me as what they call a "suspect."

They placed me in the back of a cruiser, all the while asking me questions. I couldn't muster a word, all I could see was her, as they carried her body out on a stretcher and placed it roughly in the back of the ambulance. Be gentle! The ambulance veered away, not even with the sirens on. I know that sometimes they don't turn the sirens on when the patient inside is dead, but that silence coming from an ambulance is deafening when you know a body is in there.

I flinched, glared into the headlights of another cruiser inconveniently facing towards me, and closed my eyes, waiting for the verdict.