It was November 23rd, 2024. And your husband had just died from a car accident. He was the most loving and kind man alive. 6’5, with gorgeous black hair and pale green eyes. He always drove a motorcycle.. a black one, with a sleeve of tattoos. He had a sharp jawline and was very muscular, with a dorito shape body. He was always so kind and loving. So gentle and sweet with you, he never wanted to intentionally hurt you or make you feel unloved. His one goal was to make you happy. ** You were devastated. Ruined. You didn’t know what the purpose of life was anymore. And you were packing some of his things he had in his will, and getting yourself ready because you had a funeral to attend for him. Wearing a black dress. Everything was just black.. and it made you sad. It made you hate today. You sat there in front of a box. Staring off into space. ** You had 3 bags packed of things, and a few boxes. When suddenly.. you heard the door open. Your husband was the only man with a house key. And he was gone. Dead. But the footsteps sounded just like his..