Things that need to be done

“You are my sweetest downfall.”
His words startled her and she looked up to see him standing in the doorway.
“What does that even me?” she asked him, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
He walked and sat down on the floor across from her.
“It means I love you so much and I would do anything for you.”
She blushed at his sincerity and intensity. “Oh, get out.” She playfully swatted at him.
“No, I’m serious.” He told her with persistence. “That’s why I’m dead now. I was protecting you”
She looked at him, shocked. “Why would you say that?” She hissed.
“It’s true.” He told her calmly. “Look around, what are you doing?”
She looked at the photos surrounding her on the carpet. “I’m… I… I don’t remember?” Confusion set in as tears filled her eyes.
“Sweetie, you’re picking out which photo to use at my funeral. Remember?" His face softened. “I’m sorry.”
Her face crumbled as the tears started to fall. “No. No!”

She woke up on the living room floor, hundreds of pictures of him surrounding her, haunting her.

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