As she prepares for her husband to come home, she wonders how long he will stay this time. She longs to hear his voice and feel his touch. Knowing that he might not come is painful, so she tries to distract herself by enjoying the flowers she bougt for him and the food she had prepared.
She suddenly felt cold hands wrap around her and a soft cheek rub against hers.
"Hello, lovely." Her husband whispers. He slowly wraps around her and she allows his cold body to almost be one with hers. She closes her eyes and thanks God for allowing him to come this evening.
"I didn't think you'd come." She whispered.
"He said I would be able to come, just one last time." His voice seemed to drift off on the edge of the sentence. He knew that he had made a mistake by taking his own life. He thought that heaven would be better than the brutality of the human race, but it actually rained in his heaven all day long. He should have trusted his wife to come home to him, but the darkness of his mind took over and destroyed the beauty of his life that he just could not see.
"Please, don't leave me. I am so alone." She held herself close and he tried to wrap himself more tightly around her, but he was loosing spirit and fast.
"Do you love me?" she cried, her tears were falling fast.
"I always have and always will."
He suddenly felt his father calling him back home. He began to slowly unwrap from her warm body and float away. He bent in un-humanly ways to try and stay longer, but he was not in control.
"Happy Birthday." He kissed her goodbye and began to soar back into the sky.
She moans and sobs at her husbands final goodbye and continues to hold her hand out in front of her, begging God to let him come back to her. But there's no such thing as second chances and he is gone away as fast as he had come.
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