Please note: this is 100% fiction!

The crowd of reporters and journalists oohed and ahhed as the museum unveiled its newest treasure – a stone sculpture by an up and coming artist of a woman ripping open her chest. The artist stepped up to the podium and addressed the crowd via the microphone.

“Thank you everyone for coming today.” He turned and gazed at his masterpiece for a moment, temporarily lost his words.

He had always loved her – his Mary. She was supposed to be his eternal partner. “Til death do us part, remember?” He cried as she laid dying in his arms. She was the most magical thing that’s ever happened to him. She was able to bring out the best of him when no one else could. She was the light to his darkness. And now, she’s gone and the only thing he would have of her would be the memories of their time together as he would have to learn to live the eternity of his immortal life without her.

He looked back at the crowd of journalists and clear his throat. “Any questions?”

A hand raised in the back and as the journalist stood up, the hair at the back of his neck stood up. It’s her. It couldn’t be but it is. Mary.

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