You would say everything in life is unexpected, right? That everything is just meant to happen for a reason? But when you find out the one person you loved more than anything who loved you more than anything is dead, then that's when your life starts becoming less meaningful, like there's nothing left to live for. I wanted to have the perfect life. The perfect house, the perfect family and yes, the perfect soulmate. I had all of this. Well, for a while. My life was perfect, and every time I imagined the rest of my life being the perfect fairy tale I had always wanted, my heart sank, my body covered in goose bumps, I would get butterflies. But now, there's nothing left to imagine. I call out for him in the middle of the night, but I hear nothing. Nothing except for silence. I don't feel warm anymore, and I have this bottomless pit in my stomach that wont go away. Before that night, I felt safe! It felt right. If only he hadn't have gone out that night. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Everyday is a struggle. I keep telling myself that it's going to be okay and my life will get better, but I feel dead inside. I feel like a ghost in a city of life. I'm full of regret and have nowhere to turn. I should've said no. When he asked me if it was okay for him to go out, I should've said no!
"I'll be home late" he said. Those were his last words to me. He lied! He didn't came home late. He didn't come home at all.
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Everything Happens For A Reason
HorrorShe had everything. Her life was perfect until a night in turned into a heart tearing phone call.
