Upon waking up one morning, he found that the bed next to him, where his wife would usually oversleep, was empty. He silently continued his morning routine. After cooking breakfast and watering the beautiful plants on the balcony, he got ready and left the house.
It has been 4 months since the death of my kind wife, Ophelia. She courageously entered a burning building to save a stranger's child. I understand her intentions, but a part of me wishes she hadn't gone there.
I still remember her beautiful chestnut hair and her bright, dreamy eyes that reflected the purest emotions in the world. Her eyes would light up whenever there was something beautiful in the world.
I have seen the darkest emotions in the world, the disgusting human desires and greed, and I still couldn't say I love the world. But Ophelia loved everything, from trees and plants to random children in the neighborhood, saying "I know that darkness exists in the world, but beyond that darkness, there is an incredible life filled with hope and the dreams of human beliefs! This is what I love most!"
She is also a girl who likes to play jokes, saying "Would you love me if I was dirt?" or "Would you love me forever?" I would say, "Yes, I love you the most." She would laugh with the sweetest voice of an angel.
During her funeral, 4 days later, it was raining heavily. "Yes, I would love you for eternity..." He whispered, sadly realizing he would not hear her crisp laughter anymore.