It had been a few month since your husband, Albert had died and they were arguably the worst months of your life. you had decided to take over his research, you were nowhere near as smart as him but understood most of it.

You hadn't left the house much, hadn't ate much and spent most of your time in his office, you don't know why but you were just drawn to it; maybe it still smelt like him, possibly because it was the easiest room to work in it or remembering seeing him without his glasses and his hair messy, sitting behind his desk working... or perhaps the way he used to fuck you on that desk.

You'd just gotten out the shower and it was quite late into the evening, your hair dripping down your back and onto the floor, a cigarette loosely hanging between your fingers and a glass of wine in the other.

Sitting behind his desk, resting the cigarette on his ashtray as you flicked through the different files and deciding what to work on today, using his notes to help you... you had always admired his neat handwriting, since you're was never neat.

Picking up your cigarette from the ashtray, placing it between your lips. you stretched out, putting your legs up on the desk, next to the photo of the two of you together; you forced him to put it there.

You giggled placing the framed photo of the two of you on his desk "what is this?" he spoke softly, looking up from his work "it's us" you giggled, standing behind him as he sat, wrapping your arms around his shoulders "that's ridiculous-" he sighed, gaining a chuckle from you "what is?" you spoke softly "that" he spoke, gesturing to the photo, covering his slight smile with his hand "oh you love it" you teased, kissing him on the cheek

You breathed deeply, wiping the tears that fell down your face at the memory... but it was quickly distracted by the sound of quiet footsteps behind you, frantically turning around to see Albert, his pretty face littered with scars, his hair a longer and slightly messy... he looked so different "A-Al?.." you spoke in disbelief.