It wasn't clear yet if the beginning of the

It wasn't clear yet if the beginning of the story really started like that. Every day before the first meeting, he used to forget everything about her just for discovering

But today she had wanted to commit suicide, she lacked the guts to do it herself. He'd played right into her hands by pointing the gun at her head. She musically laughed because

her vocal cords had been turned into vocal accordions by an evil witch. Her melodic cries of self-pity and existential torment resonated throughout the alley. He decided to shoot h

er to spare his ears . "It's Misericordia" he said as she gasped a last few bisonoric breaths. But her sorrowful death bellows reminded him of a lost love in Helsinki. He kissed he

r fiercely on her elbow as he always had before, then let her drop, her head making an audible "thud" on the pavement. "I would've went with 'Dido's Lament'" he thought, then

unzipped her torso & jealously played her ribs like a xylophone. He couldn't remember the words to Dido's Lament. He couldn't recall why he just killed her. He recalled the empty

field of memories he once traversed, but the field was a barren wasteland of broken dreams. As Dido's Lament played in the recesses of his mind, his bloody fingers strummed her

lute brokenly. "When I am lai-aid am lai-ai-ai-ai-aid in earth," he sobbed. Her lute suddenly twanged. He looked inside. A ticket to Balamory was wrapped around the G string

. He reached inside her lute and pulled out the ticket from the G string. He grinned, and before she could say boo, he began singing, "What's the story with Balamory?"