on the cheek, though, with a deep sigh of hurt and sorrow, his eyes unable to cry anymore.
He heard the sirens as the cars pulled up. He heard the rustling of the doors as the men entered. He felt more sadness as he realized this was real. Moving away from his girlfriend, he waited until the policemen found him, curled up into the fetal position, in the corner of the room.
"Girlfriend, son?" The policemen asked, almost as if this was a regular occurrence. He just nodded bleakly, and the foreign man gave him an understanding nod, moving onto the pictures he needed to take for evidence. The cop's partner was taking temperature of the water, all the specifics. At this point, her boyfriend lost interest, as the pain caught up with him, his head against the wall, his eyes shut, and he became unconscious, lost in deep sleep.
*
As he awoke, he noted the sounds of ERs, and other medical equipment, and quickly scanning his surroundings, he realized he was in the waiting room of a local hospital. Asking the lady at the front desk, she said they were currently in autopsy, and he was instructed to just relax for an hour. Relax?! His girlfriend was dead! Relaxation wasn't possible! Nonetheless, he still flopped back onto the couch, his eyes closed, unable to sleep, but unable to think. His mind drifted off into memories of his girlfriend, the world seeming ethereal, and before he knew it, a policeman was tapping on his shoulder.
Her lover looked up with expectant eyes, and the truth was given to him bluntly. "No signs of struggle. It wasn't suffocation. She didn't drown. Nothing seems to have really caused it. The cause of death is unknown. She was just taking a regular bath."
At this point, they continued to question him about her habits, but his mind was only focused on one phrase: "The cause of death is unknown."
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