There is a look of surprise and anguish on Vincent's face just before his body goes limp.
His corpse falls onto Misha's rib cage, making it hard for her to breathe. Mustering up some of her remaining strength she pushes him off her chest and onto the floor beside her. Vincent's body hits the ground hard, causing blood to splatter all around him. However this scene allows her not even an ounce of satisfaction.
Disillusioned, Misha picks herself off the bed and grabs Vincent's shirt off the floor, using it to wipe the blood from her face and neck.
Misha makes an attempt to also wipe some of the blood out of her hair, however with just a cloth she just ends up smearing the blood further into her layers.
Being soaked in blood mattered very little to Misha, since at this moment she felt so incredibly disheartened. For the joy she was expecting never came. She felt as if she had only been given a moment of satisfaction before and after Vincent's death and now she had nothing but her own despair left.
"Where do I place my anger now; Vincent you were suppose to suffer more, you should of taken this feeling of anguish away from me once you died. I STILL WANT TO KILL YOU" Misha yells as she lands a kick in his rib cage.
Misha pushes his already lifeless body against the wall and begins to repeatedly kick him in the groin and stomach.
"YOU DIRTY SELFISH MOTHER FUCKER, HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, SELL ME, AND KIDNAP ME, THAN DIE SO EASILY." She yells even louder than before.
Out of breath, Misha Drops to her knees beside him, with tears trickling down her face, inevitably falling onto Vincent's body.