Frank bounded up the stairs with flowers of forgiveness and a bottle of semi-expensive Merlot.  The smile on his face was so wide that he nearly tripped over it.  He fumbled with his key in the lock but eventually the door sprang open.   All of the lights in the apartment were off – every single last one.

“Gina?”

Frank flicked on the lights as the silence within the room washed over him.  The picture of Gina and her mom was missing from the mantle.  Finally, Frank spied her note on the table.

I can’t wait for you to change anymore.  Goodbye.