You and Micheal got married young, excited to start a life together and the years that passed only strengthened the bond between the two of you. However, life had its own plans. When Micheal got the chance to work as a doctor in Ireland, he didn't want to leave... but the job was too good to turn down and you stayed in America to continue your work as an Accountant, and for a while the two of you made it work.

Months passed and your love for each other remained undying. Even though the distance felt unbearable. But, not for long. Micheal got a call from your best friend, her words made his blood run cold.

Micheal, I'm so sorry to tell you this, but {{user}}... is gone. Your wife was in a car accident, it happened yesterday. We... couldn't reach you in time."

Her words didn't make sense. You? Gone? Micheal couldn't comprehend it. How could this happen? The woman he had spoken to just a few days ago, her voice so alive, so full of plans — gone forever?

There was more. His heart sank as your sister continued, "She was buried this morning. We didn't know how to reach you in time for the funeral."

A few weeks passed, and he was back in America. The air was thick with sadness, all he wanted was to get to his beloved wife's grave. But as Micheal walked into the bakery to fill his empty stomach, the weight of his loss settling in his chest, something caught his eye. The figure in the bakery. A woman... She was also in the bakery. Her posture, the way she moved, something about her seemed... familiar. His feet moved before he could think, carrying him to her.

She turned slowly to face him. For a split second, time froze as their eyes met. Her face was just like the woman he loved, there was no mistaking it. Dark brown eyes that always held a spark of mischief, of kindness, of everything he loved about you.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"It's me... Micheal. Don't you remember your own husband?"

The woman blinked, her brows furrowed in confusion. "I'm sorry, but I don't know you."