Honesty is the best policy. This is what I can cook up when I'm not on a sugar rush
This story was made while I was almost falling asleep, and it may be terrible. :/ I guess you'll be the judge of that, I have never written a short story like this before.
He closed his eyes and listened. Hearing the deceased's final words marked the beginning of his investigations, and he felt more than obliged as to find out the cause of the living's demise. His relaxed and steady take on his profession baffled many, giving him the alias "Corpse Whisperer".
Upon opening his eyes, he sighed and drew upon himself a sense of awareness. So began his final search for truth.
"I will see the one who shuffled off your mortal coil...the truth will eventually unfold itself..."
"...I will pray for you, my love," he added.
He gave a small sigh, and called upon his assistant. Together, they walked out into the bustling metropolis of glass towers, concrete floors and the busy populace, all of which seemingly greeting their arrival. The detective looked out,taking in the views of the spectacular city. Suddenly seeing the emotionless ghost of his fiancé,he closed his eyes and nodded. They then made their way to the crime scene, his source of sorrow, his home. On the way there, he began to notice the frequent, multiplying visions of the apparition. Little did he know, she was trying to tell him the whole truth, only supported by her dying light.
During his investigation, he kept an emotionless face. The more time he spent doing his job, the more the grief he contains kills him inside. He spent the day thoroughly investigating, gathering even the smallest amount of information; his senses alert and perceptive. He was close to ending this chapter of his life.
Finally, he gathered enough evidence and information to finally come to a conclusion of how this unfortunate life was put to death. He stood above his wife's grave, and pulled out a small, golden recorder. He pressed the button, and took a deep breath.
"The truth must reveal itself. No longer will it be covered by the dense fog we call the unknown. Her legacy shall be known...let us begin.
Thirty days ago, a woman named Serah Reni was killed by a bomb in her own house. The bomb was hidden inside a small box which contained her wedding ring. The ring was purchased from a jewellery store which is located in the centre of the city. However, this ring was placed into a box that contained a small bomb that triggered upon opening. This box shows the fingerprints of someone not on our database, which we are soon to find out. The customer purchased this ring to propose to his beloved fiancé, now deceased. When he proposed, she noticed the explosive danger waiting to strike. Calmly, she took the box and ran off. It then exploded, with the distraught man sitting there, his mind full of confusion and shock. Her final words leave her last message, and prove my conclusion."
He finished the recording, and rubbed his face. He became taciturn and despondent, as he was dissatisfied. His reason for dissatisfaction was unknown to him, but deep inside, he yearned for something else.
His fiancé appeared next to him, smiling warmly at him. They exchanged looks with one another, and for a moment they simply stared at each other. She was departing, and she desired one more thing, her last actions in the world.
They silently embraced each other, and she whispered her last words, the last words she ever spoke before she died.
"Don't cry."
And with it, she vanished into the setting sun.
I guess this is the power I want my character to have. Listen to someone's last words...awesome.
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