Chapter One: Three Months
It had been three months since her body had been laid to rest, since all of his senses, even the supernatural ones, had been laid to rest with her.
He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he couldn't taste, he couldn't feel...
Well...
Not exactly, anyway.
The blue light of the computer screen drowned the office, but he didn't notice.
The only colors that registered in his mind were black and white. Not even gray had a place in his deadened soul.
He only wished that he could have had a chance to apologize, at least to say goodbye...
To say something more traditional before her death, something like "I Love You".
But all he did was yell at her.
The two had been fighting at the time, a long, hard fight; their friends and family had been saying that it would blow over soon enough, but rather, the opposite happened - the breeze that was suppsed to "blow the fight over" only proved to fan the flames even more.
He couldn't believe that the last thing he'd said to her was, "I can't believe how controlling you are, you're worse than my mother, you bi-"
But then, unexpectedly, her cell phone went dead.
He'd only gotten angrier at the time, thinking that she'd hung up on him. He laid down on their bed, staring up at the ceiling, scowling. He didn't care anymore.
That's what he kept telling himself, anyway.
About an hour later, he got the horrible call; the hospital had called and informed him that his wife had been in a serious car accident and had died.
Everything had been quiet after that night. Especially their daughter, who rarely spoke after hearing the news. She locked herself in her room, and if ever seen outside of the room, she would only mope around the house, walking silently and appearing almost out of nowhere, like a ghost.
He couldn't even remember what they had been fighting about.
Damn it, he couldn't even remember.
People, mostly friends, family, and colleagues, stopped by to pay their condolences. It didn't exactly help to see it all over the news, either.
He tapped his pencil on the desk rapidly, the pent up anger, anger directed toward himself, threatened to leak out.
He breathed deeply and stared at his notepad.
He wasn't going to think up anything tonight. Sure, he had plenty of ideas, he was thought of as a bona fide genius, but...
The memories were too strong, too saddening.
It had been three months since her body had been laid to rest, since all of his senses, even the supernatural ones, had been laid to rest with her.