Each say they’re different. They’re all the same, and now, she lies in a cradle of filth. A girl named Disaster.

He sat next to the stereo.

I’VE GOT A CATACOMB WITH FUR COVERED STYROFOAM
SO COME OVER NOW AND SLEEP

Failure. Daylight. He turned the dial, allowing the sheer volume to roar over his ears and tremble into the walls above. The rueful smile slithered across his lips. Hers were ruby. Daylight. That was her hair, last he saw. As if made of softened straw.

People strolled by outside, beyond his reach, paying no attention. Jaded and cynical. That’s all they had left in their sunflower hearts. Colorless and missing from the face of earth. Yellow and brown and grey. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Que sera, sera.

It’s a tale as old as time. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl can’t make up her mind. Boy pines silently for years. Girl thrusts dagger into Boy’s heart in the end.