Quinn was sitting in her sofa with a bowl full of popcorn. She was watching a horror movie in her television. The time was around 11:30 pm and the date was 09/07/2021. She kept on eating popcorn in fear as it was an intense scene which makes all shiver in fear. In that scene, a human skeleton turned his head towards the heroine and at the same time, the heroine too turned in it's direction and she gasped in fear on seeing it. Quinn, who too got tensed on seeing that scene, in suspicion, turned to her right to check whether something is there or not.
She turned her head. A skeleton was sitting on a chair. It waved its hands at her. Quinn's eyes dilated in fear. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. There was no skeleton sitting there. She consoled herself that it was just an illusion. She turned her head towards the television to continue the movie. The skeleton stood in front of the television this time. Quinn went speechless with shivering lips. The skeleton, obviously a human skeleton, said, "Hi"
Could a skeleton speak? that was the first question emerged in Quinn's mind despite thinking how it arrived here. Should she say Hi in reply?
"Hi" she replied.
The skeleton moved away from the television and went towards the refrigerator. "Need some juice?" it asked.
Quinn looked confused. How did a skeleton know that there's juice inside? Wait, oh come on, how did it come to her place?
"First...who are you?" Quinn demanded. She tried to be bold in front of an unknown skeleton guy. Okay, she assumed it as a guy.
"Ha-Ha" he sighed. "Let the time come."
"What time?" Quinn asked.
"Calm, lady. Want some juice?" he asked.
Quinn didn't know what to say. She nodded.
"Great" said the skeleton guy as he opened the refrigerator. There was a can full of juice, "Apple?" he asked.
"You don't have a nose...never mind. Yes" Quinn replied.
"Ah...that's good." said the skeleton guy as he took a glass from a shelf beside the refrigerator
"How can I call you?" asked Quinn.
The skeleton guy was pouring the juice into a glass and gave it to Quinn. He said, "You can call me Amant Mort."
"Ugh...what does that mean?" asked Quinn.
"Let the time come, lady." replied Amant Mort.
"Okay..." replied Quinn. She sipped the apple juice and emptied within a minute. Amant Mort received it and refilled it once again.
"Let's go to the terrace, shall we?" asked Amant Mort.
"Now?" asked Quinn as she glanced at her wrist watch and the time was 11:45 pm.
"Yes, lady. Come on!" shrieked Amant Mort as he ran to the terrace by means of stairs. Quinn rolled her eyes and she followed him.
"What are we gonna do here?" asked Quinn as she reached the terrace. Amant Mort, the skeleton guy, sat on the floor of the terrace and he signaled Quinn to sit beside him. Quinn sat reluctantly.
"So...what's your age?" asked Amant Mort.
"I'm twenty four" Quinn replied.
"Oh, nice" Amant replied.
"Yours?" Quinn asked.
"Oh...I'm twenty five." he replied.
"How did you die?" asked Quinn.
"Oh lady! wait. Let me ask my questions first." said Amant Mort. "Any lovers?"
"Excuse me?" asked Quinn.
"Just say, lady." stressed Amant Mort.
"Wait, why should I say to you? I don't even know who you are. You're just bones..." said Quinn.
"Ha-ha" chuckled Amant Mort, "Answer me."
"Okay, he is Ferdinand Fring...my King." said Quinn and there was a tremble in her voice. WAS a king? Oh...
"Fring, eh?" sighed Amant Mort. "Where is he now?"
Quinn went emotionally broken. "He is dead...he died in an accident."
"Oh...so sad." said Amant Mort.
"I miss him so much...you know. He is the best person I've ever met in my life..." said Quinn as she let out a deep breath.
"It's okay, lady. Bad things happen. How you overcome it...that's what matters." said Amant Mort.
"Okay..." said Quinn, "How did you die?"
"What's the time?" asked Amant Mort.
"It's 11:58 pm." replied Quinn.
"That's nice." said Amant Mort, "Tomorrow...that is two minutes from now...is Ferdinand Fring's birthday. Am I right?"
Quinn was taken aback. "How did you know?" she asked.
The time was 11:59 pm.
"Do you know what does Amant Mort mean in French?" asked the skeleton guy, who is being called Amant Mort.
"No...I don't know." Quinn replied.
"It means...Dead Lover." Amant Mort replied.
"What..." began Quinn.
The time was 12:00 am.
It was 10/07/2021.
"It's me, Quinn." said the skeleton guy with a laughter. "I'm your dead lover. Ferdinand Fring, your King."
"Fring..." Quinn went speechless. She didn't even realize the fact that Ferdinand likes apple juice. And, he asked how truly she loves him.
"Quinn...you are my queen." said Ferdinand Fring, the skeleton guy and his skeletal body got crumbled to white dust.
Quinn took those skeletal dust in her hands with sobbing eyes.
-THE END-