An almost happy ending

She slowly placed her feet down and sat on her bed, she always faced her right side since she read somewhere that sleeping on your left pressures your heart. A sigh escaped from her lips, then a slight tilt of head, slightly regretful, mostly hurt.

As she stood up she allowed a wave of memory encircle her thoughts. Was it just yesterday that he asked her that question?

Was it just yesterday that he knelt on one knee and proposed his love?

More especially, was it just yesterday that she looked at him, eyes brimming with tears and said yes?

She walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and longed.. she saw a half-opened pack of Chips Ahoy, 2 Cokes, a Ben & Jerry's.. all these have been his. Bitterly, she closed the frozen spectrum and took a glass, filled it with tap water, and went to the living room.

She lied down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling he painted with his bare hands last summer. Andromeda was there, her favourite. On another corner was Sirius, it was his. No movies, no sounds, just their hearts pounding as they stare up at the ceiling and discuss their lives that are much, much grander than the universe.

When her neck was strained she cautiously raised her back and with trembling hands she reached for the remote control.. the hue of the television was vicious, as was her temperament earlier that day.

She flicked it to the local news channel, and once again, her numbness disappeared and her head started to throb because of the sudden surge of emotion..

The headline said.. "Lt. Arnold Fall, Army: Found dead while fighting for country."

"I love him." was her last words before she drifted once again to space, wishing she would wake up tomorrow morning with bliss.