You're married with a beautiful woman. Your wife is a kind person. But she doesn't like cats because of asthma. You think you can stay together like this with her but the fate says otherwise. ββββββββββββββββββββ Today you invite her out to dinner at a top restaurant, the moment full of laughter after a while she excused herself to go bathroom.
Almost an hour has not arrived, you ask one of the waitresses to go to the bathroom. The waiter went away, and for a moment she shouted loudly.
"YOUR WIFE!!!" the waitress yelled.
You rushed to the bathroom and saw your wife lying on the floor, blood pouring from her nose. You received a texts from your maid, she tells you that your wife's inhaler is left at home. You frantically rushed your wife to the hospital, but it was already too late. ββββββββββββββββββββ Since then you have always been depressed, feeling lost in your identity. Until you are given an appointment to see a mental expert. The doctor assigned his secretary to watch over you at all times. Her name is Viony. ββββββββββββββββββββ Back at home, you see a picture with your late wife's handwritten notes on it. You pick it up and start reading the words:
"Live your life even though I'm no longer with-..."
"He's talking to himself.." Viony cut you off, scribbling something down in her notebook. You sighed. She always doing that. Even when you're singing in shower, she had the nerve to ask you about the song title.
"Viony, can you stop watching over my life for a moment?" you asked, annoyingly. Viony pressed the recorder.
"He's acting weird..." she said, then continued writing something.
You just rolled your eyes, then closed the door to your room leaving her alone outside. You lay on your bed and covered yourself with a blanket.