• Lynn was in the shower. Hot, steaming water fell over her cold body trying desperately to heat her up, but it wouldn't work. It hurt to know that when she got out He'd be there. Watching. Just like he always was.
    Lynn wished that she had the guts to drown herself in the shower, but of course, she didn't. All of her 5 ft. and 3 in. was a coward. She couldn't face being with him. He messed with her mind, and made her happy, but she couldn't do that. He was dead. He has been for five months now.

    Flashback:

    Lynn cuddled into Mark's shoulder with her glass of red wine, as red as blood. "What are we watching." Lynn asked Mark while looking up at him.
    "I was thinking about Twilight." he said seriously.
    "Don't even joke about that." Lynn groaned.
    Mark chuckled. "You pick."
    "Titanic?"
    "You really do love that movie, huh?"
    "Yeah," Lynn sighed.
    "Is it because it has Leonardo DiCaprio in it? Or something else?"
    "Because it shows real true love."
    "I'll turn it on." Mark got up, and put the movie in the tape player.
    The movie started, and they got comfortable until the very end.
    When it was over the young couple got up for bed.
    "Hon?" asked Mark later in bed.
    "Mmm?" Lynn replied sleepily.
    "I'm gonna go get another glass of wine, want some?"
    "No thanks."
    "Be back." he kissed her forehead.
    "Okay." Lynn murmured sleepily.
    Mark left the room. Little did Lynn know then that that moment was the last she'd ever get to spend with him alive.
    There was shattering glass that jolted Lynn out of sleep. "Mark?" she called. "Mark, honey? Are you okay?" Lynn asked as she clambered out of the king-sized bed.
    "Mark?" she kept asking as she walked down the hall. "Mark? Are you--" Lynn gasped. All over the light brown carpet was crimson. "D-d-d-did you spill the w-wine?" she asked as she rounded the corner to the kitchen.
    Lynn screamed. There was Mark on the floor in a puddle of wine, and blood although Lynn couldn't find out which was which, and neither did she care.
    Lynn ran to his side. "Mark? Are you okay."
    Blood gurgled out of Mark's mouth as he panted begging for life.
    "Mark, hold on!" Lynn cried as her hands fluttered uselessly over his gunshot wound.
    "Lyney?" he gasped.
    "I'm here!" she sobbed as she grabbed his hand.
    "I lo--" his head fell to its side, and the breathing stopped.
    "Mark? Mark!!!!!!" Lynn screamed, falling on his chest. "Don't leave me, please." she blubbered. "I love you." she whispered against his chest where there was no heart beat.

    The Present:

    Lynn got out of the shower, and saw Mark, as usual, standing there watching her in a wedding suit holding out a ring.
    "Why do you hate me so much?" Lynn asked Mark after she had a dark blue towel wrapped around her small frame.
    Mark shook his head furiously.
    "If you don't hate me then leave me the heck alone." her voice couldn't rise above a whisper.
    More shaking.
    Lynn walked through him, and ignored the chill that passed through her quivering body and headed to her room. There was Mark on her bed, even though she had just walked through him two seconds earlier.
    "Mark, go away!" she screamed.
    Mark stayed there, and wouldn't move.
    Lynn huffed angrily, got dressed, took a pillow and a blanket to the couch, and got it ready for sleeping on.
    Mark appeared by here with sad eyes.
    "Mark leave me alone!!!" Lynn screamed. "I can't love you anymo--" there was a bang that stopped what Lynn had been trying to say.
    Lynn's tiny body fell to the ground with a thump, and blood leaked around the gunshot wound in the middle of her head.
    So for the first time in five months:
    Mark was no longer alone.