Ashes to Ashes, Hidden Sweetness

She titled her head up and stared up at the moon. Lying still on the grass, pale skin washed over with silver light came upon her form. An emotionless expression on her face as she lied there, admiring the beauty of the night. Not minding at all when another came to lie next to her, looking up at the sky as well with a soft smile on his face. After a minute, he looked to her and shifted to his side, reaching over and grasped her hand.

"Sophia…" he whispered softly, gaining her attention. She turned to him and a crooked, awkward smile appeared on her face (as much as an undead girl could manage) She stared blankly when he sat up, stuck his hand in his pocket, and stuck out a chocolate bar to her.

"Happy late Birthday!" he smiled.

She stared, slowly sitting up from her place and gazed down at the bar.

Then, she reached out and took it out of his hands. Struggling for a moment to unwrap it before giving her whole attention on the cocoa sweet, recognizing the brand of chocolate it was. A Willy Wonka Bar, her favorite…

Bringing the sweet up to her lips, she bit down hesitantly and chewed.

Tears sprung from her milky eyes.

"Ash…noooot….sweeeeet….oooonly…a-ash…" she whispered.

He gazed sorrowfully at her.

"I'm sorry…"

She cried on his shoulder, the chocolate bar forgotten. She couldn't enjoy it as she once had before. It was nothing but ashes in her mouth. It was food for the living. Not food for the Dead. Should the Dead try to eat food of the living, it will be nothing but ashes to their mouth. It is no wonder they don't eat the food the living do, for it brings nothing more but despair to them.

But, for a moment, she thought she tasted the rich, sweetness of the chocolate.

And that only made her heart ache more.