Audrey had always dreamed of a modest little home in the suburbs. There was something so appealing about a nice, quiet life, as opposed to the miserable life she'd known down on Skid Row.
Audrey, still in her wedding dress, cautiously opened the door. She stepped inside carefully, not wanting to disturb the clean, perfect beauty of her new home.
The more Audrey explored the little tract-house, the more it looked like her dream. The front door opened into the living room, and Audrey was delighted to find a 12-inch television in front of the plastic-covered couch. She wandered into the kitchen. A switch near the sink indicated that it had a garbage disposal, and a stainless-steel toaster gleamed on the counter as the sunlight reflected off of it. There was a grill on the patio, and both a washer, and a dryer— and even an ironing machine. And the grass outside was so green, so perfectly, wonderfully green…
Audrey could have sworn she was dreaming, but she couldn't be. I could be happy here, she mused. It was all she had ever wanted— but something was missing.
Audrey hadn't wanted to die, and she certainly hadn't wanted to die the way she did, asking Seymour, the love of her life, the man she had waited for since she met him, to give her body to the bloodthirsty plant that had just tried to eat her. I didn't want to leave him, she thought. But… he'll get everything he deserves, all the fame and money he should have had in the first place. It was my sacrifice to him. The one gift I could give him.
But Audrey's heart still ached. Just after I told him I loved him, just after he proposed to me, I had to leave him. Tears began to stream down her face. Why did I leave him? How could I have done this?
All of a sudden, there was a knock at the front door. Audrey dried her eyes with her hand and trudged forlornly toward the door to answer it. She reached for the handle and turned it, slowly pulling it open. When she saw the person who had knocked, Audrey clapped one hand over her mouth.
He was a few inches shorter than the average, and he had curly brown hair and puffy lips. He wore a tattered navy blue suit and a large pair of broken glasses. When he saw Audrey standing there, his soft blue eyes widened in disbelief as tears started to flow.
The pair stood there for a moment, each one in shock at the sight of the other. After what felt like forever, Audrey mustered up the courage to step outside and meet him. The two embraced, and Seymour and Audrey were reunited once more.