Humming, the girl picks up her love.
" You look quite lovely, love."
She strokes the corpses body.
Tears threaten her.
But the girl cracks a smile.
Through blood shot eyes.
Water runs down her face.
"It was a fun game!"
"HE LOVED IT TOO."
"HE LOVED ME."
The girls laughter echoes off the walls.
Smile as big as the sun.
"La,la,la,la."
She sings to the corpse.
"We had our fun."
"And now you are gone."
"La,la,la,la."
Soon, her singing turns to silence.
The girl realizes something.
"Tis time for tea."
She turns to her lover.
"Doesn't that sound sublime?'
She leaves the room.
Giggling to herself.
The girl returns with the tea.
For some nourishment, she made biscuits.
"I'm British."
She tells her lover's dead body.
"Shall I pour the tea?"
Silence.
The girl pours her tea and eats her biscuits.
"DING"
A unknown sound resonates in the air.
The girl looks around in confusion.
"Hm."
"I am not expecting anyone."
"Are you dear?"
No response.
With a huff, she gets up.
