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The girl listened to the song playing over the radio; it's lyrics in a language she could not understand. She huddled silently in the back alley, her hood pulled over her head, holding the radio against her chest so that it wouldn't get wet as the rain poured down. Music was her one solace.

Well, not her only solace.

She looked around, wondering where He was. He was supposed to come to her today. He was her god. He made her feel warm when everything seemed so hopeless. She loved Him in a way no one else could.

The song changed to something cheerier and she switched off the radio. The girl stood, looking around. Where was He?! He had never been late before. That was part of why she loved Him.

The girl hugged the radio to her chest and walked to the end of the alley, her shoes splashing in the water. Her socks were soaking, but she barely noticed. Her heart was racing. What if He was dead? What if He had left her? Where would she go without Him?

She saw Him coming down the street. He wasn't hurrying, as though He had been held up by something inevitable. He was walking leisurely, with another woman on His arm.

The girl's heart stopped. He… He…

He had forgotten her.

He looked up through the rain, and saw her. He stopped, his perfect blue eyes growing wide. "Darling, what's wrong?" the woman asked. "It's just some bum." She cast the girl a glance of cool disdain.

The girl started breathing fast, hyperventilating. No, it couldn't be! That couldn't be a wedding band on His finger; the horrible woman could not be His wife! She loved him, not this richly dressed woman who didn't deserve him! No, no, no, no!

The girl was blinded. She was barely aware of her body moving, of pulling out the knife she kept in her pocket. His blue eyes were even wider. The woman tried to scream, but the girl locked her hand over her mouth. The girl wasn't aware of herself. She saw red, and not behind her eyes. Before it, everywhere, all over the woman's pale white skin, and the glittering blade of her knife.

He was shouting, trying to pry the girl off. How dare He! He had betrayed her! She could not forgive that. She could not allow Him to leave her again.

More red. The girl was in a frenzy. She didn't know herself any more.

When the girl came to she was lying on His cold body. The rain had washed away the blood, and His face was open with fright. The woman was laying just a little ways away, her body twisted in an unnatural position. The girl dragged the woman to the dumpster, and then returned to Him. She cradled His head in her lap, tears running down her face as the rain chilled her body.

"I had to do it," she whispered, "I couldn't let you leave me again. I love you. We can always be together now." She kissed His cold lips and pulled him over to her corner. She turned on the radio, and a soft song was playing. She curled up next to His body and closed her eyes. She felt so cold… why wasn't He warming her like always?

Soon though, the darkness was a blanket over her, and the girl did not care.

The next morning the city was abuzz. A passerby had found three bodies, a husband and wife stabbed to death with a homeless underage girl curled up next to the dead man's body. She had frozen to death, it was said.

But worse, they whispered, when they found the body, the same song had been playing over and over on the radio, like it was stuck. The town was certain that the song was cursed, and vowed to never play it again.

Years passed. The story was forgotten. And then some teenagers came back from a late night party, terrified. They claimed they had seen a girl, cradling the body of a dead man, quietly singing the song, over and over, as if singing a lullaby to a baby.

Description
The girl listened to the song playing over the radio; it's lyrics in a language she could not understand. She huddled silently in the back alley, her hood pulled over her head, holding the radio against her chest so that it wouldn't get wet as the rain poured down. Music was her one solace.

Well, not her only solace.

She looked around, wondering where He was. He was supposed to come to her today. He was her god. He made her feel warm when everything seemed so hopeless. She loved Him in a way no one else could.

The song changed to something cheerier and she switched off the radio. The girl stood, looking around. Where was He?! He had never been late before. That was part of why she loved Him.

The girl hugged the radio to her chest and walked to the end of the alley, her shoes splashing in the water. Her socks were soaking, but she barely noticed. Her heart was racing. What if He was dead? What if He had left her? Where would she go without Him?

She saw Him coming down the street. He wasn't hurrying, as though He had been held up by something inevitable. He was walking leisurely, with another woman on His arm.

The girl's heart stopped. He… He…

He had forgotten her.

He looked up through the rain, and saw her. He stopped, his perfect blue eyes growing wide. "Darling, what's wrong?" the woman asked. "It's just some bum." She cast the girl a glance of cool disdain.

The girl started breathing fast, hyperventilating. No, it couldn't be! That couldn't be a wedding band on His finger; the horrible woman could not be His wife! She loved him, not this richly dressed woman who didn't deserve him! No, no, no, no!

The girl was blinded. She was barely aware of her body moving, of pulling out the knife she kept in her pocket. His blue eyes were even wider. The woman tried to scream, but the girl locked her hand over her mouth. The girl wasn't aware of herself. She saw red, and not behind her eyes. Before it, everywhere, all over the woman's pale white skin, and the glittering blade of her knife.

He was shouting, trying to pry the girl off. How dare He! He had betrayed her! She could not forgive that. She could not allow Him to leave her again.

More red. The girl was in a frenzy. She didn't know herself any more.

When the girl came to she was lying on His cold body. The rain had washed away the blood, and His face was open with fright. The woman was laying just a little ways away, her body twisted in an unnatural position. The girl dragged the woman to the dumpster, and then returned to Him. She cradled His head in her lap, tears running down her face as the rain chilled her body.

"I had to do it," she whispered, "I couldn't let you leave me again. I love you. We can always be together now." She kissed His cold lips and pulled him over to her corner. She turned on the radio, and a soft song was playing. She curled up next to His body and closed her eyes. She felt so cold… why wasn't He warming her like always?

Soon though, the darkness was a blanket over her, and the girl did not care.

The next morning the city was abuzz. A passerby had found three bodies, a husband and wife stabbed to death with a homeless underage girl curled up next to the dead man's body. She had frozen to death, it was said.

But worse, they whispered, when they found the body, the same song had been playing over and over on the radio, like it was stuck. The town was certain that the song was cursed, and vowed to never play it again.

Years passed. The story was forgotten. And then some teenagers came back from a late night party, terrified. They claimed they had seen a girl, cradling the body of a dead man, quietly singing the song, over and over, as if singing a lullaby to a baby.