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Everybody's hell is different. It's not all fire and pain. The real hell is your life gone wrong. -

What dreams may come

It's been three days, but they feel like eternity. Her world is frozen, silent, stuck in that very moment, when she saw his car burning. Everything around her is just a huge nightmare, a bad movie, an evil joke…whatever. It can't be happening for real. Only it is.

She hears the words of comfort and consolation. All the time. So many, she has lost them count. She nods, even says something in response, but doesn't really care. It used to be his words, that would fix anything, make everything better, than it really was. But now all the words are empty and useless. Clichéd and meaningless. And if she hears the standard "I'm sorry for your loss" one more time, she will definitely shoot somebody. Because none of them is sorry and none of them will bring him back.

She hears "his" sounds. Footsteps across the living room. Gentle clicking of the keyboard keys, touched by his fingers. Some distant clatter in the kitchen. Noises of water in the bathroom, mingled with some tuneless humming. Even his booming laughter sometimes. The shirt, he left on the bed that day, still smells like him. Her voice mail is still full of his goofy messages. And she still expects him to come into the room, breaking the silence with one of his silly jokes. Talk about going crazy.

He was right. The spoilt dress, the venue, even the crazy epic with her "ex-husband", doesn't sound like the end of the world anymore. Just some minor accidents, left in her previous life. The life she has no more.

It's much worse than her mom's death. Even worse than her own dying.

- There is still a chance

-Yes, A 1 in 100 thousand chance

-Great. While there's still a chance, I'm not giving up

There is a chance. A one in a million chance, a tiny opportunity, that he is still alive. So she doesn't give up. Not yet. She digs into every possible lead, clinging at every scrap of information they get. Any theory is welcome. Even a crazy one. Especially crazy one. She almost never stops, eating and sleeping only to keep her energy up. But her sleep is pretty much useless, disturbed by the same nightmare every time. And her food has no taste any more. Feels like chewing a carpet.

She knows the deal, so she doesn't give up. She owes him that. After all this waiting she owes him – them – their happy ending. Everybody else seems to have lost hope already. Sometimes she thinks she might lose it, too. But she can't. Because when she does, she will lie down and die.

She wants their dreams back. She wants her girly happy ending back. She wants her life back.

She can't give up. That's the deal. And she will keep it.

It's been three days. Three days since they finally found him in those woods. And now her life seems even more surreal. She stays awake at nights, as long as possible, watching him sleep, staring at him for hours. She follows him everywhere – kitchen, bedroom, his office, not willing to let him go, afraid to leave him out of her sight, because it's definitely a dream and he is going to disappear any moment, dissolving into the air. When he needs to use the bathroom, she stays at the door, waiting for him to come out. He understands – he feels the same.

When they finally get married and read their vows to each other, she is quite okay with all the people looking at her. She's got her happy ending – at long last, though it doesn't feel like an ending anymore. After all this years, after everything, they've been through –

She thinks, they are just getting started.

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