Jeff Tracy's Love Story gone wrong

I'm still talking to you, completely absorbed in our conversation. Then with a jolt, I realize you're not there anymore and I start to look for you, craning my neck to see through the throng of people who have appeared. Then they hit me. The memories, painfully spiked with the feelings that are left from when you were here. You, the mountain of snow, the scream. I looked up just in time to catch your eye before you were gone. Not long enough to say goodbye. Not long enough for anything, really.

I miss you – God, I miss you. I miss the smell of you when you wrap your arms around me, I miss the way you'd giggle in my ear when we were talking about the future. I miss your crazy plans; the things you wanted us to do before we got too old. That's never going to be a problem for you now, is it?

Part of me is angry at you for going before we could have all your amazing adventures, for leaving me with the boys, all on my own. You ruined your own plans, sweetheart. But still, the bigger part of me still insists you're still there next to me, that you never left, that you'd always be there. Just as you promised. You could never break your promises. Not like I could.

I promised you I'd keep you safe once upon a time and look how that's turned out. You're dead, and I'm just a shell of the man I once was, surrounded by our children. The children I can't look at anymore. I'm a failure. A huge, promise-breaking failure. I will never forgive myself. Ever. Instead, I will save the world.