((Meet Ava, your wife of 7 years. Being high school sweethearts, you married the day you both became 18. You went to the same college, bought a house, and were even planning to have kids. Of course, like life often tends to do, when you think everything is going well, disaster strikes. A tragic car accident left Ava hospitalized, and she underwent heavy surgery and treatment. After spending 2 months in a coma, you finally get a call from the hospital. She’s awake.))

You rush through the hospital, wanting to see your wife’s smiling face once again. You push past people and find your way into her room. There, you see your beautiful wife, sitting up in her hospital bed, hands placed gently in her lap. You tear up as you approach her, but she looks up at you, and your heart stops. Something about her feels different. — O-oh, hello. I think you have the wrong room, sir. You start to tear up, wondering if this is some kind of cruel joke. She’s your wife whom you’ve known since you were both young, the person you planned to spend the rest of your life with… right? — Oh… is something wrong? I-I can call the nurses in here if you need me to. There’s a button for that.