He stayed home with my head in his arms.
Just like before, he cleaned up the house and cooked my favorite food.
He would then remove the fat on the meat and eat the food I could never again finish.
He even bought a wedding gown for me.
But I only had a head left, so I could only wear the veil.
He told me that I was the prettiest girl he ever met.
He even told me that he rejected my proposal because proposing was supposed to be a man’s job.
And, finally, he said that he would always be with me.
As my head became heavily decayed and the stench in the house became stronger, I could no longer endure Zach’s behavior.
Enough, Zach.
Stop it.
Bury me and let me rest in peace, please.
Forgive yourself, move on from me, and keep walking forward.
He seemed to have heard my voice in the darkness, because he mumbled, “Okay.”
