She has blonde hair that's cut just below her shoulders. I have black, curly hair that stops at my ribcage. She is my wife. I am her wife. We were drunk when we met. We were drunk when we had our hair cut. We were drunk after we married one year ago today. The music builds as the story does, pay attention.
"You, it can't be true. You're alive?" she paused. "How can this be true, you died. Everyone died that day! You can't be alive" The boy just looked at her with no emotions, his eyes grazing over hers. "Believe it, I'm alive and well. Just tell me where he is" She took a step back and whispered to herself, "You can'...