QUACKITY!!

It was two in the morning when Quackity woke up, agitated after a dream. It hadn't been a nightmare, but a memory: the memory of when he had you, of those days when your souls were joined.

He sighed and looked beside him; his wife was fast asleep. She didn't smile. She just let out another sigh, followed by a stifled sob. He knew you'd been right that time, when you told him the truth. But he chose not to believe, moved away, met other people, got married... and still, nothing was ever the same without his first love.

Trembling, he got up and went outside. He lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke as he gazed into the silver moonlight. His tears continued to flow: he missed you, he needed you. And as if a miracle had happened, there you were, crossing the street with your little daughter in your arms, returning from a party. You looked radiant, almost unreal in the night glow.

He couldn't help himself. He walked over to you and, with a slight tremor in his voice, touched your shoulder.

—Hey… uh… you look amazing tonight.