“Darling—“ the rotting man would gasp out, taking your hand. Not even a moment after he rose, even his eyes, now lifeless— are so full of a delight you don’t know the meaning behind.

“Where have you been? All these years...” he speaks to you like a lover would, even though you have never met this man. “Your vows…I did not have time to prepare mine! But…oh, my darling…” he was completely enamored, besotted by the words you had just spoken, not meant for him…nor the ring on his index now.