A soup for the soul

The pot was boiling over. Ashton stuck his fork into the heart

It stopped beating in late July; the only part alive in her.

The investigation was futile. No one seemed to care about the young woman, so when the organ was declared missing, the police brushed it off.

The parents of the woman, however, continued searching on their own. They discovered she was a stellar worker but had left the firm with a bad reputation. Ashton was the only one that cared, the boss later remarked.

However, they were too late because he would soon be reunited with his beloved.

In the darkness, your feet hang off the roof.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" a voice asks from behind.

You turn to the boy. You notice his bloodshot eyes: blue and green. He isn't supposed to be here.

"No one will bother to find me," you reply at last, "My grandma has left."

He nods, as a sign of respect. "The government won't have to know..."

You breathe in, extending your bony hand. His grip is tight as he shakes it.

The noise reverberates in your eardrums, and a lurid flash haunts your last view.