She loves me

He is holding a red rose in his right hand, held close to his lips, kissing it not smelling it. His eyes are closed as he moves the rose up to his nose and smells the flower. He opens his eyes slowly and there is a strange smile on his face. He tears one petal from the flower, "she loves me". He tears another petal, "she loves me not". He is sitting on a sofa and there is an empty glass on the table in front. There is also an empty bottle of Black Dog lying on the table. You can also see an ashtray overflowing with ash and cigarettes buds. On the edge of the ashtray there is a lit cigarette. "She loves me"; "she loves me not"; "she loves me"; "she loves me not". He continues playing with the rose removing one petal at a time. There is a ring lying on the floor close to his feet. Rose petals are falling over and around the ring. He keeps going "she loves me"; "she loves me not".

A smiles comes across his face every time he says, "she loves me" and a look of worry, when he says, "she loves me not". There are only two rose petals left on the flower and he looks worried. "She loves me not," he says and tears the second last rose petal. His smile comes back, as he removes the last rose petal, "she loves me" he says.

He looks at whatever is left of the beautiful flower and says out loud, "I knew she loves me". Suddenly his face turns sad and says, "but why wouldn't she say it" and throws the flower remains on the dead body lying on the sofa in front of him and starts crying. "Why", he screams, picks up the gun lying beside the dead body. He points the gun to his forehead and screams again, "why".

He pulls the trigger.