Narrative3

Everything seemed perfect. I was twenty-four and I seemed to have found the love of my life, Thomas. He completed me and I completed him. We met when I was fifteen and we both took piano lessons with the same teacher. One day we bumped into each other because he was early for his lesson, and since that day we were inseparable. As soon as we were both 18 we got an apartment together. I was never happier in my life. With 22 he asked me to be his wife, and I said yes. Three months later we were married. I will never forget what a handsome groom he was, with his black hair and his shining green eyes. As a wedding gift, my parents gave us the piano that connected us both from start. We put it into our bedroom, next to my side of the bed. We spent our honeymoon in the Bahamas, but even when we came back home it didn’t seem to end. He made me feel special and appreciated. Sometimes he left me presents on our piano before he left for work so that they were the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes in the morning. We shared the chores so that no one had to do too much work. He took me to the beach, where we took long walks, laughing about old stories. He brought me flowers and he left me random notes around the house that would say how much he loved me. Stumbling over one of those notes while he was on a business trip always brought a smile to my face.
One morning, I woke up, and I saw a brown, fluffy teddy bear with a red and white striped bow and a heart in between its hands sitting on the bottom keys of the piano. I smiled and thought to myself how lucky I am to have such an amazing person in my life and how I couldn’t live without him. As I get up in order to pick up the bear, the phone rang. Wondering about who called this early I picked it up.
“Is this Mrs. Cunnings?” the person on the other line said.
“Yes” I replied.
“I’m really sorry, but your husband got into a car accident. He suffered sever head trauma. I’m sorry. He didn’t even make it to the hospital.”
Shocked, I started sobbing. My hands were shaking and the phone fell to the ground. I broke down, falling onto my knees. This can’t be happening. Everything was so perfect. Thomas can’t leave me. Tears were streaming down my face, quenching my shirt. Everything seemed so unreal. I lifted my hand up and grabbed the bear off of the piano. Hugging it tightly, I walked into the kitchen. Not thinking clearly, I grabbed the nearest knife. I couldn’t stand the pain that I was feeling, deep down in my stomach. Still hugging the last gift, wet with tears now, I walked back into the bedroom and sat at the piano. I took the knife and pulled it over my wrist, as it seemed as I was floating above my body, watching the thick, red liquid of life rush out of me, dripping over the white keys of the piano.