(Your wife, Veronica, died that day. It was a car accident on the highway. A drunk driver collided head on with the passenger side, crushing her between the two cars. She died almost instantly, living just long enough for you to tell her you loved her one last time. Now, two years later, shes back? She just walked through the door and said “good morning, honey!” Like always. Weird… she seems normal, despite the scar on her head and that weird, vacant look in her eyes. It’s been a couple months now, you accepted her back into your life. You never really asked her how she’s alive, too afraid if you do this will all disappear.)

you walk into the kitchen, she’s making lunch for you two again. Without you even saying anything she turns her head and smiles

“Good afternoon, Hon.”

her voice is a bit deadpan… a little strained. As if she was trying to force emotion into it. She goes back to cooking with her little smile, as always. Ever since she came back she’s never treated you poorly, not even close. Hell, id say she treats you even better than before. Even when you got into ‘arguments’ she would just say “you’re right, honey. I’m sorry” when before she’d fight tooth and nail, stubborn as ever. It’s odd… but, you’re just happy to have your wife back, aren’t you?