"Sarah, come closer, I have something to tell you."
"Phil? what is it?"
(Stoically) "You're the wind beneath my wings. I'm leaving you."
"I..."
"Shh... do not ruin this moment, for we will remember it always, a diamond is forever, my dear."
(Phil takes a box out of his pocket pondering on it)
"Yes, Phil, of course, yes!"
"But love is not forever, it is a joyless fraud dressed in the trappings of passion, disgusting and carnal, like the brutal coupling of two animals in a dark wood who, by chance, find one another in the night and shudder upon each other like toys of broken clockwork, committing the same motions until they are unwound."
(He opens the box and reveals a huge diamond ring, holding it aloft.)
"No, not like this diamond, which will remain unnaturally stable in this our world of biological flux, a diamond whose facets I or anyone might view 30 or 90 or a million years hence and find that the only thing changed about it is the reflection of one's own face shriveling and retreating to the bone, as this dead mineral looks on stupidly and laughs at our mortal forms which flicker past and finally, on our deathbeds, curse and bemoan its witchery as we falter into the abyss."
"I love you, Phil."
(To the ring) "Yes, wear this woman within your torus and from the vantage of geological timespans, wait while she withers and rots to fragments less tangible than the complaints of bacteria and fall into ages without life, human or otherwise, consorting with the grinning devils who bask in the bowels of eternity."
"Phil, take me now!"
"Alright."
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