I Wish I Had You

Why Can't Things Get Easier For Us?

Part of Lila's soul died and never came back the day her husband died. She didn't know why but... ever since that day... that God damn dreaded day. She didn't know what else to do. She just couldn't accept it. She refused to accept it. But she had to do it anyway. No matter what amount of pure stress ran through her, she had to accept the undeniable truth that destroyed her feelings.

He was dead... gone, buried. He was gone, he would never be with her again. And she honestly hated it. What kind of world, what kind of very cruel world would kill a man, so handsome and young? She didn't understand it at all 

The deputy told her everything the cops knew about the case. And what they told her made her shiver everywhere. She felt her body running cold as she heard those words... those same damn words. Those same damn words.

"I'm sorry to inform you, Miss Lila," the deputy said with a long sigh. Even he thinks that this was messed up. Lila could see his face, usually always happy every time she saw him. Was no longer such. He only rubbed his hands and then sighed. "Your husband was unfortunately found dead a day ago. His body was found in the woods as well,"

"How did he die?" Lila suddenly blurted out, panic consuming her very soul.

The deputy scratched his head and sighed. Nervously rubbing his head and then answering.

"Died of some heart attack," was all he said.

She immediately went into tears and grabbed her head after that. She freaked out and stood still, shaking harder and pulling her hair. Breaths, which used to be normal, had skyrocketed into quick, short gasps for air. She continued to stand there for minutes, for minutes on end.

What is she going to do? They had a kid together; they had plans, and they had a million things to do. But... this world was cruel I guess. Sometimes people just can't have the happy ending Lila wanted.

Before she closed the door, she turned her head to stare into her son's eyes. He was shocked, unaware of what was going on. He frowned while having his ice cream. Lila could have easily understood what feelings he felt. It only made her heart break even more.

She went to bed that night, alone. She grabbed a nearby pillow and buried her face in it. Only sleeping out of exhaustion. Not of peace.

The next day, she grabbed everything that reminded her of her husband. All the items he owned, everything that she had of him like pictures they took or the robe. And then she put all of it in a dusty old box. And brought up to the more dusty old attic to put it on the bottom shelf. She took his cultist robe and put it on the top shelf. She kept putting them away until there weren't anymore. It was a hard decision, yeah, really hard.

But she did it anyway, knowing that she would feel worse if she just... left them around.

The worst part was how it affected their son Skid. Every day, the kid asked why, just what was going on with his Dad. 

"Where is he?" He would ask. It was to the point where Lila couldn't take it anymore.

She always told him horrible excuses for hiding his demise at first. Like "Oh, he's just on vacation," or, "Oh, he's just too busy at work, you know how he is,"