Coping (Or Not)
Chapter Three: Nightmare


If I smile and don't believe,
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream.

- Hello, Evanescence


He tries not to think about the way she looked when she died. How pale she was, blood congealed on her neck.

He smiles when he remembers other times. Like the time she left him handcuffed to the bed while she watched some soap opera, with him yelling himself hoarse in the bedroom.

Or the time she wore his jeans to work because her skirt was torn to pieces, he would tease her about it and she would blush and hit him.

This has to be a dream. Lilah was too stubborn to die.

He wishes he could wake up.