I Lost My Wife To A Drunk Driver And I Thought I’d Never Be Able To See Her Again

She looked just like the day she had left for work when the accident happened. Her blonde hair was wavy with just one piece of her bangs longer than the others. Her blue eyes practically jumped out of her skull, they were so big. She was tall and slender, dressed in a simple black dress and a dress coat.

Now I knew I was dreaming. It was like she’d jumped right out of my nightmares.

“What are you doing down there? Come on, I’ve tried to keep dinner warm for you!”

“YOU’RE NOT REAL!” I screamed. It was more to convince myself than anything else.

In a moment, she was at my side. “Andrew, what happened? What’s wrong?” I could feel her eyes searching my face, so I hid it behind my trembling hands. This was bad. I was having a breakdown.

I tried to ward her off again. “GO AWAY, LEAVE ME ALONE!”

This time, she put her arms around me. Her lilac perfume washed through my insides, staining my heart. This was her. This was her touch. I could feel it in my bones that it was her.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, shh. Everything is okay, just relax…”


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