Dead

I don’t know why the TV was on, it wasn’t supposed to be, and it certainly wasn’t supposed to be on anything but MTV.

I was bent over the sink, up to my elbows in hot soapy water and coffee cups when I heard the announcement.  My head snapped upwards, the cup in my hand falling back into the water with a violent splash.

As the picture filled the screen I felt my legs weaken beneath me and I stumbled, my arms desperately trying to find purchase.  My vision faded, the world slowly slipping away in a black haloed orb.  Your face faded into the distance as I hard the words I so desperately didn’t want to believe.

You were dead, and I, your mistress, was alone.