Lisa just couldn't give up on Milton. She went to his apartment, praying he'd be home. She still loved him. There was no answer when she knocked and called his name. Finding the door slightly ajar, which was quite odd for Milton, she let herself in.
"Milton, I have to talk to you. Where are you? Come on, I know you're home!" She wandered over to the couch and a scream escaped her lips. He might just be asleep. she reminded herself. she tapped him and then called his name, but he did not stir. "Oh god..oh no! Milton! Please, I'm so sorry. I love you. This isn't funny, get up! Dammit!"
There was no response from her late lover. She cried, her salty tears falling on his pallid face. She sat with him on the carpet and touched his cold cheek. She called the police from the cordless phone, knowing that it was too late for an ambulance. She clutched Milton's hand and waite for the investigators to come. She saw in his other hand an envelope and her picture. She pocketed the picture and opened the envelope with shaking hands. She read the message and began to cry harder.
"I'm still going to wait, Milton. Until we meet in Heaven, there will be no one else." She looked at him and sighed, "Romeo indeed. Some Romeo. You promised...."she trailed off, looking at his carefully written note. She put that too away, and with a frightened, wavering voice yelled "You PROMISED!" over and over again. By the time the detectives found her, she was yelling fiercely. They led her away slowly to the station, the girl who would not stop yelling "YOU PROMISED" over and over, reminding the now far away corpse that he had made a promise to her.....some promise...what it had been they had yet to find out.