HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ME 
Pamela woke up early on Valentine's Day. She rolled over in her warm bed and smiled as her eyes settled on her husband lying next to her.
She would never feel a love again like the love she felt for him. Even after 48 years tog
ether, she still loved him as much as she did the first time she met him.
She leaned over to gently kiss his cheek and said, "Happy Valentines Day, my love.."
Pamela gagged as the smell of his corpse drifted up her nose. She picked off the piece of his rotting skin that had stuck to her lips. She lovingly pressed it back onto his cheek.
"There you go, dear. Just as good as new," she whispered with a smile.
She gazed at him for a few moments and reluctantly got out of bed. She had a few errands to run and hated to leave her husband alone for long periods of time.
She dressed and left the house in a rush. She bumped into her neighbor, Sarah, as she raced out the front door.
"Pamela! Hey there! How are you? How is Rick? Is he feeling better?" Sarah asked concerned.
"Rick is fine. Just fine. It was just a cold. That's all. Only a cold, just a small cold," Pamela muttered.
She avoided looking Sarah straight in the eyes, just as she always did. Sarah was much younger than her and so outgoing. Pamela wanted nothing to do with her, even though her husband had always been kind to Sarah. She was a single young woman who had moved into the apartment next to them two years earlier.
"Are you sure you're ok, Pam?" Sarah asked as she gently touched the older woman's shoulder.
For the first time, Pamela looked up at the young woman standing before her. She gasped as she looked into Sarah's eyes. They were the exact same shade blue as her dear husband's. They even had the little grey specks in them.
Tears leapt to her eyes as she gazed into them. Since she had awoken to find her husband dead nearly two month's ago, she hadn't realized how badly she missed looking into his eyes until now.
She knew right then what she had to do. She had to get those eyes for her husband. She needed to be able to look into his eyes again. It would be a Valentines Day gift to herself.
"Are you crying, Pamela? I'm worried about you."
"Umm, I'm fine. Really. I'm just fine. How would.. I mean, why.. Would you like some tea?" Pamela stuttered.
Sarah was rather surprised at the offer. Not only did it appear Pamela was on her way out, but she had never once offered to have Sarah inside her home.
Sarah felt bad for the older woman. She knew she must be lonely with only her husband for company.
"Sure, why not," Sarah said with a smile.
Pamela quickly unlocked the door and led the way inside the dark apartment.
The smell took Sarah's breath away.
Pamela heard her take a quick breath and apologized.
"I'm terribly sorry. Since Rick has been sick and bedridden, the trash has been left to pile up."
Sarah couldn't believe even trash could smell this bad, but didn't say anything.
She forced a smile as Pamela led the way to the small kitchen. Sarah followed without hesitation.
She had a seat at the table and looked around as Pamela rushed around the room preparing tea. Her eyes settled on the trash can that was clearly empty. Chills raced up her spine, but she ignored them.
As the tea began to boil, Pamela excused herself and said she had to check on her sleeping husband.
Pamela crept into the bathroom and grabbed her husband's old bottle of sleeping pills. His doctor had prescribed them for insomnia long ago.
She opened several capsules and emptied the contents into her sweaty hand.
She took a deep breath and made her way back to the kitchen. She found Sarah still sitting at the the table, fidgeting with the tablecloth.
"Would you mind to grab the sugar out of that cabinet up there? It's just too tall for me to reach," Pamela asked with a forced smile.
"Gladly," Sarah said as she went to the cabinet.
The instant her back was turned, Pamela dumped the contents from her hand into a mug. She quickly covered it with tea. She poured a cup for herself and went to sit at the table.
Sarah handed her the sugar and sat back down. She watched as Pamela poured a ton of sugar into her own cup and turned down any for her own.
Both woman sipped their tea in awkward silence. Pamela made small talk as she waited for the sleeping pills to take affect.
After what seemed like forever, she could see the drug taking affect. Sarah's eyes turned glassy and she was struggling to keep them open.
Pamela let out a sigh of relief when Sarah fell forward onto the table and closed her eyes.
She went to work quickly. She found an old rope her husband had in his tools and tied Sarah to the chair. She rammed a dish towel down her throat and covered it with duct tape.
She found the sharpest knife she had and turned her television up as loud as it would go.
No one would think twice if they heard it. It was common for an older person to lose their hearing and require everything to be louder.
She tried to calm her shaking hands as she stood over Sarah with the knife. She couldn't risk damaging those beautiful eyes.
She pried Sarah's eyelid apart with one hand and gently guided the blade with her other hand.
The instant she slid the knife into her eye socket, Sarah woke up.
Pamela patted her head as it jerked violently from side to side.
"Here now, dear. Calm down. I can't allow you to cause me to damage his eyes. You wouldn't want to ruin my gift, would you?"
Sarah was in a panic. She couldn't scream or move. She was doing all she could to keep from falling asleep.
She felt Pamela remove her eyeball and blacked out from the pain.
Pamela quickly removed the other eye and ran to the bedroom.
She climbed onto the bed beside her dear husband and placed them into his sunken sockets.
She smiled with glee.
"Oh yes! This is much better," she said with satisfaction.
She completely forgot about the bleeding young woman in her kitchen as she curled up next to her husband.
"Happy Valentine's Day to me," Pamela whispered with a smile as she looked at him.
"Happy Valentine's Day to me.."
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