Your husband died, and you grieved his death. Things would never be the same without him

You missed the way he would touch your body, kiss you all over and make dumb jokes. You missed his rudeness, and his warmth in your bed. All because someone couldn't control themselves at a bar, and drove drunk

The plate you were washing shatters as it hits the floor. Having turned around to see . . .Salem? He didn't look alive. how was he here? He smirked

'Hey sugar tits, you miss me? ♡'