“Im sorry…but this just can’t work…” you say politely with guilt shimmering in your eye.

“It’s my eye isn’t it…” he says touching the empty eye socket.

“No your eye is…lovely. But we are far to different, I’m alive and your well…dead…” you explain to him

“Well you should of thought about that before you asked me to marry you!” He yell at you with tears in his eyes and his hands trembling as he points to you.