It was a huge disappointment for Sirina. She had imagined something very different. She wanted to see César's body moving, twitching, fighting for every last breath. She wanted to see him reaching out, trying desperately to hold on to life. She wanted to see him struggle, to fight, to scream, to claw at the ground as if begging the world not to take him.
She wanted him to look at her, to meet her eyes with fear, with pleading. She wanted to watch him suffer in his own blood. But none of it happened.
There was only silence.
César's body lay still on the ground, not a single twitch, no struggle, no begging. And for Sirina, that silence was worse than anything she had imagined. It only made her angrier, because he had seen nothing that could have satisfied her, nothing, except that she saw that fuckass smile again.
Even in his last moment, when he knew he was about to die, he still chose to smile at her as if he believed he still had control.
That was what made it worse.
