"You are not very nice are you?" Girl asks.

"No. No I'm not." Grief answers.

"Why not? There's so much to see outside of this plain room" she grumbles.

"That may be so but for me this is my world, my everything to see I don't think I'll ever get tired of it" grief tells her politely.

"Ok fine suit yourself" she shrugs and gives grief a last glance while she leaves the plain room.

Grief stares at the spot she just left, grief begins to cry weeping something it doesn't understand.

'That girl was love.'