It all started with him. I was blindly in-love with him, following him everywhere, doing everything he did. I didn't know what to do when he died. When I woke up from my awful dream I cried, and he wasn't there to comfort me. I knew he wasn't going to be there. He was dead.
I walked down the stairs with him one morning kissing him goodbye and wishing him good luck on his day at work.
I was getting ready to clean the house and take the kids to school. That's when I noticed that something was off like a sixth sense. I went crazy trying to figure out what was wrong till I realized he had left his car keys on the table.
I thought nothing of it until I again realized he had already been gone for 30 or so minutes. I was worried, I didn't know what happened to him. How can you be gone for 30 minutes off to work without your car keys?
As I walked out the door looking for him I found him sitting in the car, white as a ghost, like he had just seen one. I quickly rushed to him asking him so many questions and when I opened the car door...he was dead.
Thank you so much for reading this quick story, if you all like it I promise to make more parts and they will be longer as well. This was a little test Ig.
