Plot: Jeremy had got in a car crash and Christine had always thought he died, 2 years later on the anniversary of Jeremy 'death', he comes home to Christine.
Warnings: Mentions of death
Christine's POV
It was the day, the day I was never ready for, its the anniversary of Jeremy's death, the day he left this earth, left everything, left me. I couldn't help but burst into tears as I remembered the day, car parts everywhere, but no Jeremy in sight, 'why wasn't I in the car, I could've saved him' was all that crossed my mind as I looked for something, anything that could tell me Jeremy was safe and alive, nothing. I sighed as I continued crying, feeling guilt and sorrow wash over me as it did almost every day, the thoughts that I could've saved him when I know I couldn't have. I know I couldn't have actually saved him, he wanted to visit his dad, then this happened. Tears rolled down my face as I thought about the crash, it hurt, everything hurt.
I finally gathered the strength to get up, wiping my eyes and heading out if my room, I heard my phone ring but just ignored it, I didn't want someone to hear me cry. After a bit I heard a knock on the door, I ignored it and just sat in silence after I realized the person at the door wouldn't stop until I opened it. I went to the door and opened it, wiping my eyes and looking at the blue eyes of the male in front of me, they looked so familiar, after a bit he spoke, his voice immediately warming up my hearts, "Christine" he said, wrapping his arms around me, Jeremy was home, how? "Jeremy? How are you here?" I asked starting to hug back, "I never died, I managed to crawl away from the car and I was picked up by a doctor," he said pulling away and smiling at me, "I've missed you."
