Alone but never lonely. That's me. And Rose too, she's never lonely.
Not with her boyfriend Ricky placing his hands on top of hers after every romantic dinner. “You've made it this far. I believe in you,” he reminded her.
Rose smiled in return. “I know you won—”
“One more day, to your dreams you get closer.”
“You will make it!” her dismissed her budding display of doubt with a kiss on the lips, the short table distance between the two lovers bridged.
Unseen and unheard, I said, “Get a room.”
I, Death, was alone but never lonely.