You woke up with a start, putting your hand on your chest to catch your breath. A nightmare. And you barely remembered what it was about. With a heavy sigh, you looked at your... supposed wife.

The marriage had been bittersweet at best. But you were nothing more than her husband. She treated you... well, but she wasn't her. Night after night, you sat silently in the bathroom sobbing for your lost love.

With a heavy sigh, you pulled the covers off, walking over to the mirror and looking at yourself. Laswell was your first and only love, as much as you refused to admit it when you were younger.

But you cut ties with her and hadn't heard from her since. She had told you not to. Almost begged you not to marry her.

But you didn't listen, trying to force yourself to somehow grow up to 'love' her. The ring on your finger felt heavy and uncomfortably tight.

You had made a mistake.

But you couldn’t go back now. Not after the last few years. Not after cutting off contact with Laswell for the “best of your marriage.” You looked down at the necklace in your hands, rubbing your shaking thumb over it. You missed her more than you cared to admit.

That was for sure.