Mrs. Johanson's POV:
My love,
I've never felt this way before, everything that I do, reminds me of you. And the clothes you left, they lie on our floor, and they smell just like you, I love the things that you do.
You've been gone 332 hours, and 24 minutes. It seems like the only things I've been looking at are, the clock on the wall, and the door. Praying somehow that you will walk through it and scoop me up and kiss me. You know that sweet kiss on the forehead that tells me you're here? That passionate kiss that tells me you will never leave me? You'd tell me that everything was alright, then hug the children, and they would smile. Daddy was home. I need you.
When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you. When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too. When you're gone the words I need to hear that always get me through the day, and make it okay. I miss you.
Two nice officers came by the house today, one reminded me of you...Reid I think his name was. He told me that you may be seriously hurt, or, dead. But I told them that they were wrong, you were strong, you would be fine. I know you are fine. I told him some hard things Devon, some things I regret even ever thinking about.
I always needed time on my own I never thought I'd need you there when I cry. The days feel like years when I'm alone, and the bed where you lie is made up on your side
Remember when we went to the store and seen Miss Anderson? She thought that you were rude for not recognizing her, but you weren't. You're shy, that's all. I knew that, but I was so angry, love. I was furious, I couldn't believe you! I wanted to split up. Trust me when I say my perspective on that has changed, I was so wrong. It hurts writing this letter, dear because I regret ever, ever thinking about that. I was so rash in even considering that. I love you.
Please, please come home. Please? I cant take this anymore. I don't know how long I can put on a fake smile and kiss the kids goodnight, and tell them to pray for daddy. I don't know how long I can give them false hope. I don't want to break their hearts, it's so hard not knowing if you're okay. It's killing me. You're my everthing.
We were made for each other. Out here forever, I know we were.
I love you so much, so much more than words could ever express. I want you to know that I will always love you, no matter what. I wish I had the chance to tell you face to face, I wish I could kiss you again. I wish you were here rubbing circles on my back telling me everything was alright. Can't God hear me?
Issac Amsovi wrote, "In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate," and he was right. My life will continue if you do not return, I will still wake up every morning, and feed the kids breakfast. I will take them to school, and then go to work. Life will continue. But I must tell you, my heart will not. My heart will broken in to millions of little pieces. I will never find love again.
Yes, life will continue. Time will pass. But my heart will never love again.
I love you with all of my heart, and I will try not to lose faith in you, and in God. Please return to me. If not for me, for your children. They miss you also,
With all of my heart, and my soul
Your wife,
Anna
Author's note: Hey... So, this is basiclly just a filler chapter, but it DOES have a purpose in this story. I need you to understand Anna's (aka victims wife) emotions. Sorry that it isn't actually a chapter, just a letter. I am just finishing up chapter numero II! So yes again, sorry. But I hope you enjoyed this filler/outtake/letter! OH YES! I almost forgot! The lyrics in italic are from "When you're gone" By Avril Lavigne, no. I do not own that. :D
-Hope