Him - Present Day
He heard the musical song of sorrow again, he’s been hearing it since the day of the accident. I Love You Bruce, Do you love me? He heard this repeat over and over again. It grew louder, and louder. He tossed and turned on his pillow. Screaming at the top of his lungs. Then it all ended. He sat up in his bed and threw his head in his hands and he sobbed and sobbed. He’s relived that day over and over. He knew it was her ghost singing to him. He had seen her once before, she had a sad look on her face and murderous eyes. He knew all too well that no matter what other’s say it was his fault. She was dead because of him.
Her - 1 Week Before
She knew her time was short. A tear rolled down her cheek as she signed her name. She put down her will and sobbed to herself, silently. He couldn’t know. He wouldn’t understand. “It’s for everyone’s own good” she said to herself over and over. Then she did it. She stood out on the edge of the balcony. “I love you Bruce” She called out. Then she stepped forward. Off the edge. And too her death.
Him - 1 Week Before
He ran to her as fast as he could. He heard her scream something out. He ran to the living room, he saw the door leading to the balcony was open, letting in a cold draft. He ran over, he knew something wasn’t right. On the way he stopped when he saw a beige coloured envelope sitting in her chair. He walked over to it slowly, not sure what it was. He griped it tightly in his fingers and carefully undid the top. He reached inside and grabbed the piece of paper. He undid the three folds and saw that it was a list of all her positions and who they wanted to go to. Something was wrong. He dropped the piece of paper and ran through the open door. He reluctantly looked over the edge and saw something that made him his skin crawl. Mia was down there. And she wasn’t breathing.
