Faithful

My Girlfriend died. I was heartbroken and vowed to remain faithful to her memory. At first I had no difficulty; my distress was so great that I couldn’t even contemplate kissing anyone else. But after a while another girl started showing an interest, I resisted her advances. “You’re very pretty,” I told her, “but it’s just too soon. I’m sorry.” She wouldn’t give up. She kept gently touching me and fluttering her mascara coated eyelashes. Eventually I yielded and fell into her arms. The man asked us to leave. He said our rustling, slurping and giggling was upsetting the other mourners.

( "Anthropology" , by Dan Rhodes )