He turned off the light. His wife was breathing slowly. At her bedside, he spoke of her friends the roses, of the pretty carnation brooch he had pinned to her silk scarf, of the alluring hat which fitted her so well. Small souvenirs, simple and vivid, the heavy night…

Nobody gets anybody back. All this time they're telling you believe in something better than the one you obviously loved. I didn't know you were lying for them. I knew they were heartless. That was the real obvious. We were in love. I could…