I heard the click-clack of Dr. Ramsey’s stilettos,
and I knew she brought forth news.
Whether her words would be grim or satisfying, I was not sure,
until her familiar, velvet voice sprung into action,
confirming my lover of my death,
stabbing me like the plague.
I let out a deafening wail, puncturing my skull with sweet acid,
yet the only sound I truly made was the abiding beep of my pulse-less body.
“It was surpassingly peaceful and positively quick,”
she reassured my weeping Wade.
Yeah, surely it was calm, seeing as I’m not dead.
The doctor’s heels began to clack once more,  until I was alone with my lover again.
“Dearest Adelle, I love you so, and wish you the same towards I.”
I do, my love, I speak the truth,
I whisper through paralyzed lips.
I felt  his aged palm clasp within mine as his soft, weathered words were spoken,
“I’ll search for you, my dear Adelle, I will.”
And you the same from I.
With that, he freed himself and began to shout,
“Take her to the morgue!”