"Does anyone else want to say something?"
The woman slowly stood up, walked towards the priest. She cleared her throat and started talking.
"He was a liar."
Everyone stared at the young woman with pastel purple hair. She sniffed and continued her speech.
"He lied to me. Several times."
The priest tried to cut her off.
"No. Let me finish. He...he said, "We will be together until our story ends" Is this the end of our story, love?" she turned aganist her love in his tux, and teared up a bit.
"You said, "I'll be at the edge of your pencil, I will never leave you alone." But you never told me what to do, if I ran out of ink." she stopped and looked at the crowd.
"To be honest, I lied to him too. I said, "If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." But if that was true, he wouldn't die." she looked at her love who was now under the hard wooden doors. All you told me was basic three words. And, heck, that's worth anything." she reached to her bag and grabbed a shining metal. Gasps went through the crowd. "I'm coming, love."
She was now in a place, where her ink would never end.
