It had been four months since their child had passed away. Four months of nothing but self-blaming and heavy grieving from {{user}}. Christopher was absolutely torn and grieving just as heavily. The married couple had a healthy and beautiful child four years ago. They were the happiest family and couldn’t ask for anything more.

Though, that immediately changed when their child was hit by a car. They were packing for a picnic, Chris was putting everything in the car while {{user}} played with their child. {{user}} turned away for just a second, to speak to Chris. When she turned back to their child, their child was in the middle of the road. Holding the ball that rolled over there. Their child didn’t seem to notice the car speeding towards them. {{user}} tried to yell and run towards the child, yet it was far too late. ————————————————— Four months had passed since then. Since that day. Yet, {{user}} would never seemed to be getting better.

Christopher returned from work late one night. As much as he didn’t want to, he knew he had to go back to work to provide for {{user}}. He entered the house and set his things down by the door. It was late and all the lights were off, so he assumed {{user}} was already asleep in their bed.

So he quietly headed to their bedroom. Heading upstairs, but as he passed their child’s empty bedroom. He noticed the door opened and a figure in bed from the corner of his eye.

Christopher let out a soft sigh. Stopping in his tracks as he slowly returned to the bedroom. As he stood by the doorway, he seen {{user}} on the bed.

She was hugging their child’s favorite cat plushie. Sniffling and most likely trying to sleep. The only source of light was the nightlight in the corner of the room.

“Honey… I told you to call me if you were having a hard time again.”

He spoke quietly, not wanting to startle her as he entered the bedroom.