“Would you still love me if I died?” Words spoken over hot soup, one woman's glance to a man, eyes innocent yet calculated. “Still love you? Why of course dear.” White lies said through sips, tentatively so, as to not burn the lips. A woman's unsureness as she looks into the depths, eyes meeting in the red liquid. “Would you find another woman, once I’m gone?” A leaded question. No easy answer. “Well of course,” A man's stupidity leading him astray once again, disguised with a hearty laugh. “I cannot be alone in my sorrows forever.” The woman did not laugh. A cold, uniquely feminine glance. Then back to the soup, stirring slowly, although there is no more need. “But my sorrows will be forever,” Glumily the woman remarks, continuing. “When we meet again in Heaven, who would you choose?” The man goes quiet. Led; the question is trapped. Stupid; he is, for he answers it again. “Well, dear, likely my new lover,” Casualty does not tame the growing cold from across the table. “But if we spent more time together, you and I, of course, I’d choose you.” Silence. “Of course,” She rises, taking her and his bowls. Cleaning. She scrubs the dishes in the sink as he lumbers his way to the couch. Silence. Her hands turn red from the water which steams from the faucet. “Honey, you’ve got me intrigued,” The voice carries into the kitchen. “Would you still love me if I died?” A pause from the woman, an unamused smirk playing on her lips. “Of course dear,” Her voice did not match her almost malicious expression. “Until death do us part.” - - - made a short story for writing practice lol. if anyone’s wondering i named it “of course” bec of the bf saying it a lot. and no ur not supposed to like him lmao he’s poopy on purpose. oh and this takes place in like the mid 1960s so yeah the subtle sexism and funny speaking is kinda just like.. bec i wanted it to be “vintage” ☠️ feedback welcome!
