The Grieving Husband And Lost Widow (John Wick X Fem!Reader)

Chapter One: The First Night

The last few months proved to be a challenge for (Y/N) with your husband being sick with a mysterious illness that the doctors haven't been able to find a cure to or even properly diagnose. So, on the last day of your husband's life, (Y/N) went to visit him in the hospital for one last time, just to hear his voice and hold his hand before he took that dreaded last breath.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I love you, (Y/N)..." Your husband's breathing was incredibly shallow as it became more and more difficult for him to breathe normally as his soul steadily slipped away from (Y/N)'s reach.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I love you, too..." (Y/N) stifled back the tears that were threatening to fall free from your eyes, not wanting to cry in front of your dying husband.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Then, just like that, (Y/N)'s husband took his final breath. His eyes closed, and his head turned ever so slowly onto the pillow that was underneath it as his hand slipped away from your own, signaling that he was now completely gone.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Overwhelmed by the grief of losing your husband, (Y/N) wiped your eyes and stormed out of the confined hospital room that your husband just passed away in. Now officially a widow, you could feel your heart instantly split into two; it was a pain that you couldn't describe, like your heart has been ripped out of your chest.

Now alone, without your lover, (Y/N) was blindly rushing through the hallway of the hospital with your head hanging down, allowing the long locks of your hair to fall in front of your face. However, (Y/N) would suddenly be stopped once she bumped straight into the muscular chest of a man who happened to be standing there, appearing to be lost in the trance of his own grief. Their impact would shortly be followed by a small clank that could be heard on the ground, only for (Y/N) to glance down and realize that what just fell was a necklace that the man must've been holding.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Oh! I'm so sorry!" (Y/N) exclaimed as you promptly bent down to pick up the piece of golden jewelry that the man was previously holding onto. Then after stretching your hand out to the man to return the necklace, (Y/N) would end up shifting your gaze up until it met his own.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"It's alright," the man responded. His voice was so deep yet also slightly gravely, which was something that made (Y/N)'s heart skip a beat in a way that it hasn't ever since you first met your husband many years ago. Of course, you don't let those thoughts get to you in that very moment, knowing that you were already vulnerable to the emotions that were circulating through your mind. Then, (Y/N) would notice the faint streaks of tears that were also visible on the man's cheeks, right underneath his eyes.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎Caught off-guard by the sight, (Y/N) couldn't help but become concerned for the man whom you had just bumped into. "Are you...okay?" You ask with hesitance, but there was also a trace of concern laced through your voice.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Eh..." The man grumbled at first before protectively curling the necklace in his fist, "I will be." He eventually added with a shrug of his shoulders - it was as if he was trying to act nonchalant. His voice even started to sound more gloomy than it did before (if that was possible).

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I was...going to have a couple of drinks down at the bar." (Y/N) spoke up softly, swaying yourself slightly as the awkward tension increased between the two grieving souls. "If you want, I could buy you a drink."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎At first, the man appeared hesitant at the idea. His head tilted from either side while his eyes were locked down onto the necklace that he held securely in his fist. Then, after what felt like an eternity that was really only a few seconds, he made a light nod of his head in agreement to (Y/N)'s offer.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Yeah...yeah, I'd like that." He answered, his deep voice softening only slightly as his eyes locked directly onto yours. It was only then when (Y/N) noticed the dark brown shade of the tall and fairly muscular man, and they made your heart flutter in a way that it did from your husband.