The door creaked. Sima entered, eyes all watery. Rene glanced at her best friend, who was not covered in bruises. With a bitter smile, she handed her morning coffee to Sima. Who sniffled, somehow words stuck at her throat. The melancholy at the breakfast table contrasted with the bright and cheerful atmosphere outside. Naturally, one roommate would cook, while the other cleaned the dishes. Today, Rene decided on a generous approach. The two had been roomies for a century. Surely, Sima deserved a one-time break.
"I buried the last one."
Sima choked. The last descendent, gone.
Rene sighed, "Make Another."