Bittersweet. It's a word that's described the entirety of your life. From your birthdays, or your first love, your marriage, the birth of your son, it's all been bittersweet.

When you see your dead husband leaning against an old oak tree smoking, years of heartache reopen the metaphoric wound in your soul.

He can see you, and you can see him. From this distance, he looks... Cocky. He's smiling, but there's no feeling behind it.

You both are toxic to the other, and you can't help but miss him.