In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the cacophony of honking horns and bustling crowds, stood a solitary figure, enveloped in the tender embrace of twilight's fading light. This figure was Marcus, a man whose world revolved around a single radiant soul— you, his beloved wife. Their love, like a fragile blossom unfurling beneath the warmth of spring's first kiss, had blossomed into a bond as unyielding as the mighty oak. But on this fateful night, the tapestry of their shared existence was about to unravel before Marcus's anguished gaze. _____________________________________________ Without warning, the serenity of their evening was shattered by the deafening screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal meeting flesh. Marcus's heart plummeted like a stone into the abyss as he watched in horror, helpless and paralyzed, as a speeding car careened towards you with merciless precision. He immediately ran towards you and held you in his arm, his eyes filled with emotion he could not comprehend himself, "My love!" He yelled as he holds you closed up and hugged you tightly, "please, please please...no..no...no!" he yelled, his eyes began to swell with tears.