Chuck drew himself a nice steaming hot bath shortly before sunrise. He couldn't really sleep, his heart was aching and he felt pretty drunk now. Slowly lowering himself into the tub, he felt his muscles begin to relax right away. Tilting his head back he shut his eyes and tried his hardest to just drift off and make this terrible pain go away.

Remembering so many times in which Chuck and Lucy shared baths together. Usually after going out to dinner, they would draw themselves a nice warm bath and light some candles. Just having her beautiful smooth body against his. Her hands rubbing his chest and making all the stress and worry of the workday fade away. He remembered all those times they would quickly shower together whenever getting ready for work. How for a long time he began running late by missing the train. Somehow those mornings were always the ones in which Lucy would step inside the shower behind him and wrap her arms around his shoulders. Smiling as the warm water poured down on them as she gently began kissing up his neck. Now here he was completely alone.

Thinking back at the funeral he wanted to die himself.

It had been bad. He was still in so much shock, he remembered seeing the worried glances from Gary and Marcia as he stood back dazed and still stunned. He remembered greeting friends and distant family. He remembered noticing Lucy's parents not showing up right away. The coffin further back, opened with his beautiful now lifeless wife laying inside it. Seeing her there, laying in a cream colored dress and surrounded by white roses. She looked so peaceful…as though she was sleeping.

But she wasn't.

She had drowned and it had been his fault.

He didn't dare go near the coffin. Instead he stood by the doors and greeted people feeling completely numb.

During the afternoon viewing Lucy's parents showed up.

Both looked so lost in their own grief Chuck at first didn't see them walk up to him. Lowering their heads, they spoke softly and said something about how they found this and thought he might want it. There Lucy's father opened his hand and revealed the beautiful sparking ring Lucy had worn. The same ring he had bought her, and the same ring that had killed her.

Right away before his eyes he saw her struggling underwater. Her hand stuck and the beautiful ring glittering under the cool crystal rays of the water.

That's when his face crumpled and he began to yell. Everyone who was there turned as he grabbed the ring and threw it as hard as he could at the coffin. Gary and two of his fellow co-workers Max and Jeff grabbed him. He screamed out Lucy's name and struggled as they dragged him off into the other room. He screamed for his wife to just wake up and to stop doing this to him.

That's Lucy's second cousin, Dave…a young doctor from outside the city sedated him. He told everyone it was just shock. They brought Chuck home shortly after and let him just sleep. Marcia and Gary stayed with him.

In fact he had no idea how he would of gotten through this last week without them.

Chuck did get to see Lucy one last time before she was buried. One last time before they left the funeral home the next day. He stood alone, smelling the strong scent of flowers before staring down at her pale beautiful face. This was his wife, the woman he loved. Reaching down, he brushed away some of her hair and sighed. Feeling tears slip down his face he whispered he was sorry and kissed her one last time.

The ring meanwhile…

Well he hadn't seen it since he threw it.

He never wanted to see it again.

He knew what people were saying, and he knew everyone was talking about how Lucy died and how badly Chuck was taking it. Pure guilt rushed through him as he sighed and laid there alone in the tub.

Since everything he had just slept. Trying his hardest to escape it all.

But nothing was going to bring back Lucy…nothing.

Drying off nearly a half an hour later, he shuffled to the bedroom and re-dressed. Throwing himself on the bed, he curled up and tried to sleep. Laying in the bed they had shared, he remembered back at when they first met at the bar. How right away he knew something was different about her. She was a model from Australia, who originally went to school to study photography. She mostly did fashion ads, and kept a low profile after they became engaged. She traveled twice a year, once to London, the other Japan where she would help hold some of the biggest fashion shows of the season. He remembered how easy going she was, finding him funny and believe or not having some pretty cool interest. She found him charming and funny. She loved music and movies and wasn't just a beautiful face. She loved the outdoors yet enjoyed the city life. She was full of energy and somehow clicked perfectly with him.

Somehow Chuck felt relaxed, happy, and completely falling for her.

A few months later they were engaged.

For the few years they were married, Chuck was suspired to see himself settled down. They shared their apartment, and both worked. Chuck's hours were flexible and usually he would be out the door by eight. Spending his lunch breaks either with Gary at the bar, or meeting her someplace close, he never felt as though they ever needed space. She was his best friend, and since the day of their wedding he felt like the luckiest man in the world. He had a beautiful sweet and perfect wife…who thought the world of him.

He always made time for her, and loved it whenever they were alone. Either going to basketball games, fashion shows, shopping, or rollerblading. They tried different things and loved going on trips. Always little suspires, love notes, and passionate love making seemed to make them feel so deeply in love it seemed dangerous. Chuck planned in a few years to ask Lucy if she really wanted kids, and perhaps they could start trying. Chuck never really saw himself as a father, and thought he could be perfectly happy if he just grew old with Lucy…but something about her made him want to have kids.

They seemed so happy…and then that stupid accident.

He had been a complete mess since it happened. Replaying it over and over again in his mind.

Thinking of her struggling under the water made his heart ache.

How could he really go on? How could he go forward without Lucy and keep living his life. Always deep down inside his heart remembering his wife who drowned. How could he ever move on or meet someone?

He knew he wasn't that old yet, and there was still a future ahead of him.

But why him? Why did it have to be his soul mate. Why not someone else's wife. All Chuck ever really wanted was to have somebody love him.

That person was Lucy.

Laying there in the darkness of his bedroom as tears fell from his eyes, he glanced up at the ceiling. It had gone though his mind as he slowly tried to break through the awful shock that had frozen his heart so deeply with pain. He knew it was just an accident, a stupid accident in which sadly timing was not on his side. That some might call it faith, that maybe it really was Lucy's time to go.

Thinking of those few years they were married, he would always remember them. From the moment he laid eyes on her he loved her. She was his wife and he had so many good memories of her. But now she was gone…and that was all he had left. He was cheated of a future with his beautiful wife.

Now he was alone.

He knew nothing could bring her back, and as awful as the pain seemed it wouldn't ever go away. Time wouldn't heal things, and he truly didn't know if he really could go on living. But what else was there? He could pray to God his entire life for Lucy to be alive, but it just wouldn't happen.

For those few years, he knew he was his happiest. He really didn't believe in much, but hoped at least when he did fall asleep…maybe he would dream of her. Dream when things were better, when Lucy was alive. Try to relive those memories and touch her again…

Tell her how much he loved her…

Seeing her shawl thrown over the bed, he took it and put it around him. Snuggling in, he shut his eyes and deeply sighed.

"Oh Lucy…I miss you so much…"

After a very long time he finally fell asleep.