Gunfire splits the air one last time. Kong jerks.
Ann watches every last second.
Things seem to move impossibly slowly. She registers the slight spasm of Kong's body, the buzz of the planes moving off, but all she can see are his eyes, huge and brown.
The black of his pupils bleeds into the brown as he dies.
Ann can only watch.
The ape's grip loosens. He slides backwards. Ann rushes forward, as if she can somehow stop him, and falls to her knees at the edge of the landing as he slides completely off the roof.
The angle of the landing means that the body is out of her sight long before it lands. But then, her vision is already clouded with tears.
She doesn't hear the impact, but she doesn't need to. She's certain she feels it vibrate through every bone in her body.
And then there's no point in holding back the sobs, because she's so cold, and so alone, and he's dead.