It had been an entire month since my husbands death, and here I am, still mourning. Others don't blame me, but I blame myself. How pathetic of me to cry over a corpse. I still think of how things would've turned out if I could go back in time, y'know? I could've saved him.
But I didn't.
Now here I am, sitting in my empty house, with nothing but the neighbors dog barking to disturb my peace. Damn dog. I stood up to close the curtains and dim the room out a bit.
Nevermind.
Even touching the curtains brought back memories of my ex-husband, reminding me of how he'd obsess over them. Oh, the way he would fawn over the sun-touched fabric... and to think that it almost brought a smile to my face.
Oh well.
Its not like I planned on falling in love and remarrying or anything, especially after swearing never to fall in love again. After all, I'd been burned by love and knew it wasn't worth the heartbreak.
However...
The only man I ever wanted is dead now, and I don't need anybody else. That was what I'd originally told myself, but lately, I was starting to have doubts in my own words.
There was a quiet part of me that still yearned for that connection again, craving the security and warmth that a new relationship could bring me, despite my insistence otherwise.
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Sworn
RomanceAfter the tragic death of Marie's husband, she was left widowed and swore to never fall in love again. However, things may not have gone as planned. Despite her efforts to try and forget the past, the memories of him haunted her still, and she found...
