It was a warm evening in late summer when everything finally fell apart.
Tim and Lucy sat on their porch, watching the stars. Their daughter was asleep inside, the baby monitor resting beside Lucy on the table. It was one of those perfect moments that seemed to happen so often in their life now—peaceful, content, full of love.
But tonight, Lucy couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been creeping up on her for months. She felt it in her bones, a deep, unsettling sensation that something was wrong.
She turned to Tim, her heart heavy in her chest. "Do you ever... feel like this is all too good to be true?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tim looked at her, his brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
Lucy hesitated, struggling to put her feelings into words. "I don't know... It's like... sometimes I feel like this isn't real. Like I'm going to wake up and it'll all be gone."
Tim's face softened, and he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "Lucy, this is real. I'm real. We're real."
But even as he said the words, something inside Lucy shifted. The world around her seemed to blur, and for the first time, she noticed the edges of her vision distorting, as if the fabric of her reality was unraveling. She blinked, her breath quickening.
"Tim..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "What's happening?"
And then it hit her—like a wave crashing over her, pulling her under. She remembered.
The accident. The gunfire. The way Tim's body had crumpled to the ground, blood staining the pavement.
The way she had screamed, cradling his lifeless form in her arms. The grief, the emptiness, the overwhelming pain of losing him.
Tim was dead.
This—this life they had built together, the marriage, the baby, the perfect home—it was all a dream.
A cruel, beautiful dream that her mind had created to protect her from the unbearable truth.
Lucy gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as the weight of reality came crashing down.
She turned to Tim, tears streaming down her face. "You're not real," she choked out, her voice breaking.
Tim looked at her with a sad smile, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Lucy," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
And then, just like that, he was gone.
Lucy woke with a jolt, her body drenched in sweat, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. She was alone.
The room was dark, cold. There was no baby, no Tim, no laughter. Only the crushing silence of the truth.
Tim was dead, and she was alone.
The dream was over.
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Echoes of Us
Fanfiction"Echoes of Us" is a poignant, haunting tale of love, loss, and the fragile boundaries between reality and the mind's deepest desires. Lucy, a young, determined LAPD officer, learns to navigate her complex feelings for her tough, steadfast training o...
