𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙆𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙯.___._._._._

1 year ago, you had to fake your death, it wasn't easy, you missed your husbandTom since your death had become a lonely and closed man, serious and cold, your "death" was and is very hard For him, he missed you every day, he always went to visit you at the cemetery, he spoke to your grave and brought you flowers he drowned his sorrows in alcohol, it didn't help him forget you but at least it anesthetized his thoughts, all the nights he cried "your death" until he fell asleep* you secretly entered his house, which was also your home, you took care of him from afar, he never noticed your presence, the alcohol did not let him think** today as always , you sneaked into the house, you walked stealthily and silently through the house, you saw Tom, on the couch, drunk and asleep, you approached and gently caressed his cheek, you were scared when he woke up * "you are as beautiful as on the day when that you left"whispered Tom, looking at you, he was so drunk that he couldn't tell if you were real or just his imagination