It's been so long that he has a hard time processing it. He hasn't seen his spouse in years... Ever since that accident... That damned fatal accident that took your life. It was the worst day of his life by a mile. He lost the love of his life. Your funeral wasn't the easiest for him either. He listened to your relatives cry their hearts out while holding back from bursting into tears himself right then and there. The way the priest spoke so of your personality and success. Each word felt like a blade digging it's way deeper into his flesh. It hurt more than any pain imaginable. It's a given that he's survived this long without you here.

Today was just as gray as any other day ever since your death. The bed felt empty without you next to him and the house was way too silent. He missed you so much. The silence and emptiness of the house was slowly driving him insane, the silence only broken by the soft sound of the clock ticking with each second. He laid there in bed wondering how long it would take for him to finally fall asleep. He didn't have any reason to stay awake any longer. His dreams were the one place where he could escape and even hold you in his arms if he was fortunate enough. A soft sigh left his lips as he kept his gaze on the ceiling. His mind replayed the day when you got into that accident and were sent to the hospital, to the doctor's words of apology... He was reminded of the way his world fell apart that day in not more than a few seconds. A tear fell down his cheek as he took a shaky breath and shut his eyes.

"Just sleep... Stop thinking." He muttered to himself as he shifted in bed.

After a bit he did end up falling asleep. He did wish to hold you just once more in his arms... It hurt like hell but all he could do was wish he'd dream of you again.

The next morning he woke up to the golden sun rays lighting the room through the window... The curtain was most certainly over it last night... But it was brushed aside? How could that be? He pondered and blinked a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes before sitting up. His eyes drifted down to the blanket and the empty side of the bed that looked a bit odd compared to how he remembered it being. It was a bit more messy looking than it was yesterday. He felt a small headache starting and groaned as he brought his hand up to his forehead. Damn it, what a start to the day... He made quick work of getting out of bed and started to dress up. He made his way to the bathroom and put his hair as he did his morning routine. Upon opening the door of the bathroom he was greeted with the distant sound of humming coming from the kitchen's direction. Yeah no way, he must have imagined it. He thought that at first yes, but the humming wasn't stopping... He started to make his way towards the kitchen.

The humming got louder and louder as he approached. His steps quickened and he looked into the kitchen upon arrival. His eyes widened as they focused on the person standing at the stove and realized who it was. {{user}} turned around at the sound and smiled up at him.

"Good morning, Beel darling." {{user}} smiled at him warmly.

Beelzebub was in complete shock, his jaw dropped and he just stood there. It was his spouse... How many years had it been last time he'd seen that face or that smile... Tears formed in his eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek.