She was humming her favorite Lana Del Rey song when he entered the terrace.
“You’re not bad.”
“Am I? Then why do you leave me?”
“I mean your voice. Come on. We’ve decided it together.”
“Sorry. My memory sucks,” she mocked.
“Would you like me to be with you when I’m in love with her?”
"No!"
Then it happened. She jumped before he could stop her. The last lines of the song were still in his mind:
“He used to call me poison,
Like I was poison ivy.
I could have died right there
Cause he was right beside me.”
“You’re not bad.”
“Am I? Then why do you leave me?”
“I mean your voice. Come on. We’ve decided it together.”
“Sorry. My memory sucks,” she mocked.
“Would you like me to be with you when I’m in love with her?”
"No!"
Then it happened. She jumped before he could stop her. The last lines of the song were still in his mind:
“He used to call me poison,
Like I was poison ivy.
I could have died right there
Cause he was right beside me.”
