The ring

There were no suspects. Her death was sudden, random and unexpected. Her friends would have said that she was tired of living. The truth was she was tired of herself. I spent one of her last days with her. To me it was almost an ordinary day and now I know that to her it was not ordinary, and maybe special. Maybe I was special. She bought a ring for herself. In my opinion it was too shiny. She told me she liked to see how shiny things age. Later that day she said she liked to see her fingerprints on it. Whatever the reason, she was lying, I could tell. But why would she buy something if she knew her last big event was coming up?
They found her calm. She had makeup on and was nicely dressed. As if we were about to leave for a special occasion. I was in shock and my mind was blank. I forgot the clues she had suggested in our last day together. The day of the funeral, her mother gave me a necklace she wanted her to wear on her deathbed. She was too weak hearted to see her before the funeral. I went inside the room. It was quiet, cold but surprisingly not eerie. I thought myself to embrace the atmosphere so I could calmly approach her and put the necklace around her. Looking down on her, and breathing my last couple of breaths, I saw the ring. I took her hand and saw in her ring a large fingerprint.

And just as it was all about to make sense I felt a gush of my own blood falling down my neck. He had injured me fatally in both my armpits five minutes before I arrived to the room. The injury behind my ear was for me to realize I was equally dead as my friend and we had embraced our last "big event" with the same calmness and as unbiased as ever.