Red coat. Blood red. High-heeled boots, clicking against the pavement as she walks to the tune of her importance. A predator in the night; a dancer in the rain. Smoke particles colliding with the city air, creating swirls of toxic grey against the black. He watches her from his window above, enthralled; entranced. Wanting to be embraced by the woman of steel. Never knowing, never seeking, only watching.
Black wood. Death black. Velvet-lined coffin, silent as a bomb as they sit listening to the tune of her suicide.