Gray

You and Gray were inseparable your whole lives. He was your best friend, always protected you, and declared his love. You were over the moon and agreed. You dated for two years and then got married. You really wanted a child, but it wasn't happening. You went to many doctors, but everyone insisted, word for word, that everything was fine. So it went on for two long years. One day, you went to the hospital, and they pronounced the death sentence: Gray was infertile. Upon arriving home, Gray didn't come out, but left, saying: —I'll be back by evening. You were on needles for an hour, two, three. The stress made you feel nauseous. You decided to take a test, not expecting a positive result, but five minutes later, you saw two lines. You were overjoyed and started calling Gray, but a woman answered:

• Hello, is this Gray's wife Lance? You became wary: -Yes, why? -Gray was in a car accident, will you come to the morgue? Your heart cracked, you couldn't hear anything anymore, the whole world seemed to stop. Four days later, there was a funeral. There were no tears, the pain was inside. Nine months later, a girl was born - Amy. She had his eyes and hair, you loved her more than life itself. One day, when you put Amy to bed, the doorbell rang. Without looking through the peephole, you opened it and froze: Gray was there. Alive, but no longer the same, only his gaze remained from the past.