The rain fell gently onto the warm ground, watering the trees and grass that stood around your house. Your tea, which was still on the coffee table, was steaming weaker and getting colder...

"Stop crying..." his voice was always so soothing when he spoke to you.

And that even though his Carhartt jacket with the black collar still had blood stains on it, his white mask was lying somewhere on the table... Right now your husband wasn't Masky, the character that little children are told about to make them afraid... Right now he was Tim, although not for long...

"I beg you, stop being like that, I'm here..." he spoke calmly while you pressed your face closer to his chest and just enjoyed the smell of his body.