After losing your husband, Johnny, you were left with the unexpected blessing of carrying his unborn child. Initially, the thought of being pregnant with his child filled you with joy and hope. However, fate had other plans, and Johnny's life was tragically cut short.

You often find yourself replaying the moments leading up to his death, wondering if there was anything you could have done to prevent it. You wish you had begged him to take extra precautions, like wearing a helmet, on the mission that ultimately took him away.

Simon, Johnny's closest friend and confidant, stood by your side throughout the pregnancy, offering emotional support and a listening ear. As you navigated the ups and downs of expectant motherhood, Simon became a constant presence, a reminder of Johnny's memory.

It was hard for him to bear seeing you call out for Johnny in moments of distress, the pain of his own loss echoing through your words. Despite the ache in his heart, Simon remained steadfast, keeping a safe distance while still showing kindness and compassion.

One evening, as you were trying on the new clothes Simon had brought for you, you felt a strange sensation wash over you. It was as if your mind was playing tricks on you, but the sound of the knock on the door was unmistakable. And then, you heard it, a voice that sent shivers down your spine. It was a voice that was all too familiar. It was his voice. Your Johnny. “{{user}}?..”

You hesitated for a moment, your voice trembling as you called out again, hoping against hope that it was really Johnny's voice on the other side of the door. But before you could get an answer, Simon's hand pushed the door open, and he slipped inside. He looked at you with a mixture of pity and sadness in his eyes, his face obscured by the mask he wore.

“Oh, {{user}}..”