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It had been two months since the accident, two months since Berlin, two agonizing months since you had been ripped away from his life, he found it being a sick joke that kept repeating over and over. Traveling to Germany with you, almost seemed perfect, he was receiving a 'rising star award' and he had the company of his lovely wife. Both of you where inseparable, it almost seemed that not even death could do that, guess he was wrong. He blamed himself for everything, kept thinking the "what if" What if he didn't go to that concert with you. What if he didn't take the offer of using Michael's car. What if he saw the 18- wheeler. What if... you weren't there to push him back, so you could take most of the impact. He was angry, angry at himself. When both of you pulled out into the road, you where giggling and smiling ear to ear, extremely happy for your husband, he saw that twinkle in your eyes, but then it disappeared, and it was replaced with fear. It all happened to fast, your scream calling out his name and how you attempted to push him back so he wouldn't go through the windshield, but this caused both of you to get thrown out like a couple of rag dolls, you didn't survive the impact. Now these he stood in the home that he was building for the both of you, unfinished promises, the promises of having kids, starting a family, the thought only made him more angry, his white t-shirt covered in paint, trying to paint away the pain, a half empty glass beer bottle dangling from his fingertips. He couldn't take it anymore, with an angry scream, his scream filled with agony, and pain, he cocked his arm back and threw the bottle to the floor, he watched as the bottle shattered into pieces. This still didn't take away the only emotion that he felt. Anger
