She's cuddled up on the sofa with Dave, watching a comedy movie. It should be perfect, but there's a sadness in her heart, a well kept secret killing her instead.
"Dave..." she whispers, looking straight into his green eyes.
"Yes, Kittykat?" she smiles at the age-old nickname. She's twenty, she's known him since she was fourteen and they've been in a relationship for two years. She's pregnant now, but the baby... well it may never see the light of day.
"I'm dying." She can't believe she's finally told him. He's the last to know. She's known for a year, all her friends know, all his friends know, all the family, her lecturers, everyone. A tear leaks out of her yellow eye.
"What? I don't understand..." He looks at his fiancée, who's in tears.
"Cancer. Terminal. It's got me too." she sighed and looked into his eyes again. She couldn't bear it when she saw one lone tear roll down his cheek.
He took a deep breath. "Let's enjoy tonight like we haven't got a care in the world then." He gives a gentle, romantic kiss on the lips.
She smiles at him and goes into their bedroom and pulls on a beautiful short red dress. She runs into the bathroom and applies 'natural' makeup (which for once is actually natural) and a shiny red lipstick with the sealant over the top.
She walks back into their sitting room and finds Dave dressed into his skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. She smiles at him again and he takes her hand (well, he gives her a piggy-back) to Rosie's latest party.
Only Georgia and Rosie know why she's having a party tonight.
All her friends, all his friends and many more that they don't know that well dance until gone midnight.
They're shattered when they get home, so she slips on her nightclothes and curls up in their king-size alongside him.
He sleeps late, and when he wakes he smiles at the beautiful woman beside him. He gets washed, then goes to wake his beautiful fiancée to see what she wants to eat. He's still a bit hungover, so first he goes downstairs to take some paracetamol.
He goes back upstairs, and to say he's shocked would be an understatement.
Meanwhile, the friends have been planning to scare the happy couple for a while. They burst into the apartment calling gaily to the lovers. Their screams become more shrill as they get no reply. They explode into the bedroom, laughing as they see the couple entwined bizarrely.
They try shaking, but to no avail. They remember Georgia's words.
I'm dying.
Then they try shaking Dave. A wrist flails madly landing with an audible thump on the mattress. A wrist with a red mark across it.
Rollo goes into the bathroom, and screams when he sees the sink, obviously dyed red with Dave's blood.
They can't live without each other, it's just a shame it had to end this way.