Victor Van Dort looked over to his nine year old son, Victor Van Dort Jr., who was sitting at the kitchen table, reading some science book that Victoria had bought him yesterday. His son had always been in love with science. He would read anything he could get his hands on about the subject.

Victor couldn't understand the boy's fascination with the subject at such a young age. Most boys would be out playing with friends. But Victor himself hadn't been much of the person to go and be with other kids. Well really he never had. It had scared him to death just thinking about having to socialize. Well he had, before he had met-

Victor shook the thought from his head. He mustn't think about Emily. Victor didn't want to get into thinking about her too deeply. He knew that if he did, his whole day would become depressing. But…he always failed to shake her from his mind.

There wasn't one day that would pass by where he didn't think about her. Sometimes he'd spend a whole day just thinking about her. She wasn't someone you could easily forget. Even if she hadn't been dead, she would still have made just the same impression. Her sweet, happy personality. It was something that touched his heart. Changed it in a way that no one else could have had.

And no matter how much he tried to deny it, he had fallen in love with her.

Of course he still loved Victoria. He would always love Victoria. She was his wife. But…he loved Emily more. Sometimes Victor wished he didn't. Because maybe if he didn't he wouldn't get super depressed every now and then. Now and then meaning at least five times a week. It would also make him feel less guilty…for loving Emily more than Victoria, his wife.

Victor snapped his eyes shut and held them there hard trying to get the thoughts from his mind to leave.

He looked back over to his son trying to put new thoughts into his head. His son looked amazingly a lot like him. An exact replica of Victor when he had been that age. His hair, his eyes, his tall and skinny body. It was so peculiar. A lot of people were bewildered at the clone like resemblance.

The boy also had something about him…something abnormal. Victor didn't know what but he knew there was something. Something the boy had or could do that no one else could. Maybe he was just thinking and believing things that probably weren't true. But he couldn't help but have that feeling towards his son. That suspicion.

Maybe it was just because of what had happened ten years ago. That totally paranormal thing that had happened to him. Being wed to a corpse and taken down to the Land of the Dead.

Victoria hated talking about it. She forbid speak of it at all. She hadn't wanted their son to know. Victor had failed at that. He had told his son. He had kept some of the promise though. He had told it as a simple bed time story. A simple old tale. Not mentioning that the man who had married the Corpse was him, his father.

He had made his son swear not to mention to Victoria about it. And he had kept that promise. Whenever Victor felt the need to talk about his Corpse Bride, he would go to Victor's room and tell him the story. Victor was always amazed by the story and was never got tired of hearing it.

"Does the man miss the Corpse Bride?" his son asked.

Victor sighed sadly and replied, "Yes. He does very much."

"Why didn't he marry the Corpse Bride? If he loved her very much?"

"Because that would make the living woman very sad. And he also loved the living woman. So he married her so she wouldn't have to feel sad."

His son laid down and snuggled in deeper into the bed. "He must have been a very nice man."

Victor sighed again. "I guess he was."

The scene from the past ended in his mind.

Victor's eyed his son and smiled. Even though he missed Emily, he knew he had made the right choice.