Dead, Not Heartless.
Lydia stares sourly at the bio exorcist as he stares at her with his bright green dangerous hungry eyes. Pursing her lips back in disgust when he captures and eats a beetle that crawled on his shoulder, every second with him around made the room seem like it was growing colder and colder. Finally after letting out a belch he looks at Lydia.
"Beetlejuice: Look babes, I made a deal with them Maitland's alright? A fair deal at that to! Then you go asking for my help. I told you the consequences of the deal you made with me. And I gotten eaten by a damn Sand worm!"
Lydia could not help but scoot back as his tone rose to its climax and he grumbles about his misfortune. She was not responsible for the sand worm crashing in and eating him. Even though he was clearly ticked off she pitied him and felt a bit guilty. She was a clueless little teenage girl, she looks down before she whispers gently,
"Lydia: (Whispers.) I'm sorry."
Beetlejuice scoffs in disbelieve and then leans down, his hands on his knees and he squints at her as she stares at the floor not making eye contact with him. He looks at her for a while before glaring bitterly.
"Beetlejuice: No you ain't. Even if you were, "Sorry" doesn't fix anything. Not a damn thing."
Lydia looks up at him finally as he leans back up after glaring at her enough. She sighs through her nose and then looks at her hands more specifically at the ring. The ring he put on her at their very short wedding still sat on her finger, never once was removed from its place. The gold and ruby gem in stark contrast to her pale skin as it shimmers in the light. Beetlejuice looks and sees the ring, he stares at it, "She kept it? Why?" he asks himself in his mind. He sighs and lets Lydia alone in peace on her bed thinking. After all he isn't a heartless man. Just is stone cold dead.