My husband's ghost

Chapter 1

Michael Haynes and Celeste Hoffman recently got married and came back from their honeymoon about a week ago. The newly weds were ready to spend the rest of their lives together until death drew them apart.

Michael and Celeste met in the airport and happened to have the same flight. Both lone travelers, they decided to exchanges seat with strangers so that they could sit together. Michael was visiting his family in London and Celeste was simply looking for fun in another country. Boston to London was a six hour flight, so the new friends had a lot to talk about. They exchanged about their past and their backgrounds for the whole flight. They laughed and didn't seem to see the time pass. As the pane came closer to the english city, they exchanged numbers and Michael promised to meet up with Celeste before they had to go back to Boston.

As the honorable man that he is, Michael kept his promise to the beautiful Celeste and they met up in Richmond park. They had a picnic there and everything went incredibly. Once they both came back to Boston, Michael asked Celeste out. Afterwards they started dating, and a year and a half later, Michael asked to marry the love of his life.

They got married in London and had their honeymoon in the Bahamas. They we're so in love with eachother and couldn't wait to start a family of their own. When they came back to Boston, they bought a house and both were ready to begin their new life.

Michael was a tall and fit man. His hair was darker than black ink and his eyes were the same colour as the blue sky. His little british accent and his manners were probably what Celeste fell for the most. He was beyond polite and respectful, a true gentleman. Michael had a good 9-5 job, which paid the rent well. He didn't necesserally like it very much, but he made good friends there, which would make the job suck less.

Celeste Hoffman had brown hair, similar to the colour of dark chocolate. Her hazel eyes would become golden when the sun reflected on her freckled face. Unlike her sister Vanessa, Celeste was a calm and cultivated woman. She would spend most of her time at the library, looking for new books to feed her curious mind. Her kindness was appreciated by all. Celeste studied a lot in order to accomplish her dream of being a biologist. She was good at what she did and was known for it. She was smart and had a quick mind and she would be friendly with new staff.

One night, as Celeste was cooking dinner to surprise her loving husband when he came home from work, she noticed he was not there as soon as he usually was. She thought: "He's probably stuck in traffic." The time passed and dinner was ready. Celeste started to be worried and called her husband, multiple times, and never got an answer. Dinner was starting to get cold when she finally heard a knock at the door. The newly bride rushed to the front door, excited to find her husband, but at her suprise, two police officers were standing outside her front door.

-"Good evening miss," one of them said, "are you Celeste Hoffman, Michael Haynes's wife?"

-"Yes that's me." she replied. She knew what was going to be said next and refused to believe it.

-"Um, I'm sorry to tell you this miss, but you're husband died in a tragic car accident. He was coming home from work when a drunk driver passed through a red light as he was speeding and hit your husband."

As the officers kept saying details about her husband's death, Celeste wasn't listening. All she could hear was the voice of her husband leaving for work that morning. If she knew that was gonna be their last hug, she would of hugged him tighter. She would've told him how much she loved him.

-"Once again, I'm sorry miss, I'm sure you loved him very much."

-"Thank you for telling me" Celeste replied slowly as she closed her front door.

The widow went up the stairs, leaving the ravishing dinner to rot downstairs. She went through her dead husband's wardrobe and took out his favorite t-shirt. Celeste went to bed, hugging the t-shirt tightly and cried herself to sleep.

The next day, the widow woke up and stretched. Her eyes felt sore from her crying the night before. She took a look at the t-shirt, still tightly held in her hand, it was all covered in mascara. She turned her head to the other side of the bed and gasped in shock.

-"Good morning, beautiful, how did you sleep?" a deep voice, with a british accent spoke.

-"Am I going crazy?"