She was an outgoing, spontaneous woman when he met her. She laughed at his dumb and stupid jokes. He felt the love the first day they met. Her laugh was of that which an angel would have.
It was gone now for she felt she did this to him. Her own husband, she had crippled him. That drink changed the future for the both of them. She no longer loves herself and sometimes she wonders if she still loves him. But she does and she knows is because he is he everything.
He loves her like the moon loves the sun and the stars love the night. He could have never wished for anyone better than her. He doesn't know how to talk to her anymore, she is distant and far off it seems. That angel laugh she had is now a dim devil like mutter.
