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Disclaimer/Spoiler: This story is a fictional fantasy that touches on the sad, sensitive subject of suicide and someone seeking solace after its occurrence, which can cause the reader to feel uneasy. There may be characters within this story that may also seem familiar to the reader in any way and if so, kindly note that this is purely coincidental and unintentional. Please, if you or someone you know is contemplating suicide, immediately reach out to loved ones, friends, and people who you know, trust, care about and seek their help. I hope that you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it, and your constructive criticism and feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank You. Shay.

Mike had just finished the burial of his wife Karina yesterday. And yet here he was, the day after her funeral, ready to screw some girl he had barely met between their bedsheets. Karina was a Native American woman from a reservation in Oklahoma. He had met her while they were freshmen in college. She was an art major while he was studying pre-law and sparks just seemed to suddenly fly out between the two of them. Karina was quite beautiful with long raven hair and gorgeous almond colored eyes that drew anyone in who dared to stare at her. Her body was beyond voluptuous, with mouthwatering full breasts that were D cups, and round hips that accentuated each of her body’s natural curves.

She had a very cute and toned little waist from her years of helping the women with work on the reservation. Mike was certainly not too bad on the eyes either, with his own a shimmering aquamarine hue. He was in very good shape, having frequented the gym often, at least five days out of the week, and he kept his dirty blonde hair medium length, resting on the back of his neck with a lazy man bun on top. Often, he found himself tanning in the sunlight because his wife loved to tease him about how cute his chiseled face looked when the blood would rise under his cheeks as she would catch him staring at her from a distance, admiring her from afar. Mike was definitely blessed to have Karina as his wife. He was over the moon when she finally decided to accept his proposal and take his hand in marriage, moving her into their Californian home, just after Mike had finished his law degree and started to practice while she pursued her teaching career at a nearby elementary school.

Karina was a very bright individual, a kind-hearted woman who stood by her husband Mike as he successfully sought out his career. She supported him day and night, relieving his stress in many ways, both emotionally and sexually, an overall perfect wife. Of course, Mike adored his wife and he loved her immensely, it crushed him to know that she was no longer a part of his life. After Karina’s death, Mike had arranged for her body to be transported back to the reservation she had grew up on. Mike’s family was saddened to hear the news of his wife’s death, they had grown attached to Karina as much as Mike did. Her mother and father were devastated to hear the news of their only daughter, as she was the youngest of her four brothers. Everyone was just in a state of shock at what had happened, though there was no one to fault for what had occurred. Karina had ultimately taken her own life that night. Mike could see it so painfully vivid in his mind, it hurt him to shut his eyes at times.

He had finished his duties in his office for that day and he headed straight home to his wife, who always finished up at the school early, but stayed late to offer help to some of the students who needed extra credits for their classes. Mike could almost sense that something was wrong, there was a silence that filled the air of the hallways, as all of the lights in the house were off, which was strange to say the least. The only light visible came from their bedroom, a sort of warm glow escaped from the edge of the door as it was slightly ajar. As Mike entered the room, he saw his wife seemingly asleep on their bed, but as he approached her, he realized it was not the case, as stark fear began to creep over him. There his wife lay, in a sort of peaceful and relaxed state, a small smile present upon her lips, an empty bottle of mixed medications adjacent to her body in one hand, and a tiny handwritten letter in the other. Mike couldn’t bring himself to read the letter that night, and so he grabbed it from her hand and taped it to the back of a picture on their nightstand, it was a photo of them from their fifth wedding anniversary trip only a few months before, and seeing it then just deepened the wound that Mike could feel growing stronger in his chest.

The funeral back in Oklahoma was very moving. Karina’s brothers played an appreciation song on the sacred tribal drum for their departed sister, while her parents performed a celebration of life dance for their daughter. Once the funeral service had concluded, Karina’s mother and father went up to Mike and embraced him, her mother removing a piece of jewelry from her neck as Mike allowed her to place it around his own. He held up the turquoise colored beads which displayed a topaz stone within the center, amazed at how bright it shone when the sun would hit it at the right angle. Mike offered his appreciation and condolences to Karina’s family and he soon left afterwards, having to make the long journey back to California by plane. Karina’s family did not blame Mike for what had happened, as they knew that it was the way of life, that things did indeed happen for a reason. Still, Mike couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret in his heart that he wasn’t there to comfort and console his wife during her times of need. Mike blamed himself for what happened, even though it was not his fault that his wife made the decisions which she had acted upon. Mike’s family and friends reached out to him after the funeral that day, wanting to talk to him, but he just didn’t feel up to it. The plane ride was beyond tiring, and he just needed to take a nap and hopefully clear his mind of everything.

Mike slept for what seemed like hours on end and when he finally awoke, he knew that he couldn’t continue to lay there in their bed feeling sorry for himself about everything. It was around noon the following day after the funeral, and Mike got up and walked into the kitchen. There was that now familiar sadness which started to haunt over on him again, and as he stood there motionless looking into the refrigerator, he felt that if he got out of the house, it would help to start making him feel just a bit better. He figured the least he could do was head over to the supermarket in the nearest city and grab some groceries for the house, though he hadn’t felt a tinge of hunger since his wife had died. Lifting up the necklace that adorned his neck his mother-in-law had given him, he touched the topaz stone he hadn’t taken off since and called for an uber to pick him up and take him to the plaza. As he made his way into the supermarket, he found himself sort of wandering down each and every aisle, seemingly lost and confused. He kept flashing back to the days when Karina would beg him to shop with her and he would reluctantly, but once they’d make their way down the various corners of spaghetti sauce and cake mix batter, he realized that he enjoyed being able to just spend time with his loving wife, that all the seconds they spent together were filled with happiness and belonging. All of that was long gone, and the only thing that Mike felt now was emptiness and loneliness.

As the minutes seemed to drag by, Mike knew that he wasn’t going to be able to purchase any groceries that day, so instead he picked up a bottle of lighter fluid and made his way to a checkout counter. He opened one of those for-your-convenience coolers, reaching his hand in to grab a bottle of water to pay for as well. Standing there in line, his eyes started to drift over towards the girl who stood there in front of him, a basket clinging onto her arm filled with her own groceries. She caught his eye as she stared back towards him in response, and gave him the biggest smile, clearly impressed and amused that such a handsome man like himself was giving her so much attention. Though, she was quite the looker herself with pretty brunette hair and a cute petite butt that outlined the seams of her blue jean shorts, flawless fair skin and the most perky set of tits any man had ever gotten the pleasure to feast their pupils upon. As if drifting back to reality, he realized soon what he was doing, and he cleared his throat nervously, turning his gaze down towards the floor to await his turn to pay for his beverage. She gave a small giggle, noticing his embarrassment and she placed her basket of goodies onto the counter for the checkout lady to scan. As the woman finished punching in codes onto the screen, the girl slid her credit card into the plastic mechanism and typed her credentials into the keypad. The cashier soon handed the girl her receipt and she stared back towards Mike, raising her eyebrow just slightly to see if she had caught him staring at her again. Of course, he was looking at her again, but this time he was smart enough to hide the fact that he was doing so, and he commenced to paying for his merchandise before making his way out of the supermarket, the girl long gone ahead of him.

He exited the supermarket and stood outside for a minute, taking in a deep breath when he heard a bubbly, high-pitched voice speaking to him. “Um, excuse me Sir? Could you help me carry these to my car, please?” Turning around, he noticed that same face of the pretty girl who stood ahead of him inside of the store and he stared down at her, her hands filled with bags of her groceries that she’d just bought moments before. She seemed to be struggling with carrying the weight of all of her purchases and she stopped next to him to see if he would assist her in carrying them back to her car, once she had come to return the basket inside of the store. “Ah, yes?” Suddenly realizing what she wanted, Mike reached down and grabbed the groceries from her weakened arms, able to carry all of the bags with ease. “Thank you kindly.” She started to walk off and Mike followed closely behind her, watching in awe as her butt started to sway back and forth with each and every step she took. He felt ashamed that he was looking at another woman this way, especially so soon after his wife had passed, but he was still a man after all. It was not his fault in the least she was such a pretty girl, and he was a gentleman after all, of course he was going to help her with her bags.

As they made their way to the girl’s car in the parking lot, she opened the back door of the driver’s side and she turned around to face Mike, reaching her arms out to grab half of the bags before she turned around on her heels, leaning in to place the bags down onto the floor of her car, her ass sticking high up into the air as she did so. Her bum was just inches away from the front of Mike’s pants and he could feel the spit catch in his throat as he swallowed hard, a bit taken aback by the girl’s apparent display of nonchalance. She whizzed around again to grab the rest of the groceries to place onto the floor and just before she leaned back to stand up again, she gave a small wiggle, teasing him. Mike only stood there, unmoving and quiet as the embarrassment once again crept onto his face. She stood upright and stared into his eyes, grinning like an opossum. Reaching out her hand, she grabbed at his which held his own measly bottle of water and she cracked the lid, placing it to her lips to take a small sip, her eyes never departing from his own. As she replaced the cap onto the water, she handed it back to Mike as he reached out a shaky hand to retrieved it, watching her curiously for her next move.

“Well, thank you again for your help…Did you drive here?” the girl asked, clearly interested in learning more about this cute man who helped her ever so kindly carry her groceries for her. “Um, actually I just took an uber here, I didn’t really feel like driving my Silverado today,” he replied, unsure of what to do next as he looked down at his phone, thinking about taking a different uber home, maybe even the subway. As he looked at her again, he noticed that the small tank top she wore seemed to be two sizes too small, as her nipples were clearly poking out from the fabric, erect for all to see. He rubbed his arm and he cleared his throat again, becoming even more nervous around this stranger as he backed up slightly, unsure of how he got into the situation he now found himself in. “Ah, well if that’s all for now, I think I’ll just head home now…” he spoke, starting to walk away from her, desperate to escape from her path before she tried something else. “Wait!” he could hear her say, and she reached out her hands and grabbed at his arm, preventing him from moving away from her and she held onto him a bit too tightly for such a small girl, her soft hands clinging to his muscular brachium. He raised an eyebrow towards her and sighed softly, turning back to stare at her captivating emerald eyes, lost in the throes of her sweet and shy nature. “Yes?” he asked, pretending to seem annoyed with her, but wondering what she could possibly want from him. It wouldn’t be too hard to guess. They had both been flirting with each other from the moment their eyes met. “Sorry…I was just wondering if maybe you wanted a ride back to your home, uh, with me?” she told him, sounding genuinely concerned for him.

He stood there unmoving for a couple of seconds, pondering whether or not he should take her up on her offer. In these days you can never be too careful, it could possibly be a ploy to steal from him, or worse, as it’s all in the news to be warry of unsuspecting strangers. Staring over at her again, he shrugged his shoulders a gave her a small nod. She didn’t seem all that sinister, and she did come across politely with her gesture. “Sure, I suppose that’s fine, as long as you’re okay with it?” he spoke, seeing her eyes light up with excitement as she gave a small squeal, releasing his arm to move around to the driver’s door to get in. “Great! Oh, I don’t mind at all! I love to help those in need,” giggling softly as she spoke, she got into her car before she closed the door. He chuckled under his breath and went around the car to climb into the passenger side, closing the door.

As she drove them back to his place, he couldn’t help but stare out of the corner of his eye towards her while she drove. He was really taken aback by her, in a way that she seemed to be just a bit naïve, but perhaps she was just trying to be helpful. Adjusting the seat forwards slightly, he leaned his head back and inhaled deeply through his nostrils, directing her to his home. There was minimal conversation on their way there, a bit unnerving to say the least, but he didn’t mind at all. To be honest, he didn’t really know what to say to her exactly. So, he just rode there in silence, other than giving her the proper directions, just watching her every move. Making sure that she knew which exits and roads to take. After some time, they finally made their way to Mike’s house and the girl drove up onto his driveway, bringing her car to a halt. Offering his grateful words of thanks, Mike undid his seatbelt and started to exit the vehicle with his own bag in hand, when the girl suddenly threw herself at Mike. Clinging to his arms and pressing her upper torso against his own, she planted her lips onto his and went in for a deep kiss. Mike was beyond confused, yet excited at the same time as he leaned into her kiss, returning the embrace.

He thought that maybe she was mental, as what kind of person randomly offers to take someone home and then kiss them unexpectedly? After what seemed like forever, Mike pulled himself away from her and stared into her eyes, watching her. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, speaking before thinking about what he was really saying. She looked at him and giggled, her cheeks flushing a bright reddish hue. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to do that…It’s just that you’re so cute, I couldn’t help myself.” Mike raised an eyebrow of concern at her and then he leaned in to initiate this time, kissing her deeply on her soft, plush lips. Wiggling his tongue between her teeth, he wrapped the pink membrane around her own, their saliva mingling inside of their mouths as they deepened the connection, clinging onto each other’s arms. Pulling away from her again, he grabbed his keys from his back pocket and stared back into her eyes, soon realizing she wanted something else as much as he needed it for himself, an all too familiar hard nodule throbbing between his legs.

They quickly got out of the car and walked up to the front steps as Mike scrambled with finding the correct key for the lock, eventually opening the door as he ushered her inside, looking back over his shoulder and feeling a sense of uncertainty, as if someone were watching him, though his house was well secluded with trees and shrubbery. “Wow! Your house is huge and beautiful!” he heard her say as he knelt down to place his bag on the floor, shutting and locking the door behind them. “Thanks…I actually haven’t really had time to tidy up the place,” he told her, watching her walk by as she looked around his home. “Oh, it’s fine,” she smiled and lunged herself towards him again, pressing her body back onto his own. Mike grabbed her waist and escorted her into his bedroom as she grabbed at his shirt, ripping the buttons off while yanking it from his shoulders. He couldn’t help but feel guilty and ashamed of himself, having such a young woman inside of his home just days after his wife had died. Unsure of what she might do next, he allowed her to do whatever she intended to, watching her kneel in front of him and fumble with his jeans. “Are you sure you want to do this? We don’t even know each other…” He spoke, thinking for a moment that now might not be the appropriate time for sex. The girl only giggled and looked up into his eyes, eager to calm his uneasiness. “Alright then. My name’s Sophie, I’m a junior at the local college and yes, I really want to do this,” she told him, nodding up at him as she twirled her fingers around his belt buckle, unclasping the metal.

Reaching her hands up to unzip him, she slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of his trousers whilst she tugged them down along with his boxers, leaving them to rest at his ankles. As she did so, his thick meaty rod bounced out, finally free from its constraints as it almost hit her in the nose. “Oh my God! It’s so big!” She cooed excitedly at the ten inches long member and carefully wrapped her palm around the base of his shaft, rubbing the smooth veiny cock meat between her fingertips. He watched her every move and inhaled deeply, allowing her to manipulate him at her whim as he was in no position to stop her at this point. Leaning his body back against the wall, he kept his hands at his side and stared at her while she worked him over, all hope of turning back and retreating now gone and never to return. He kept himself as still as he could, his heart seemingly pounding through his chest. As she toyed with him, she brought her other free hand up to play with his gonads, squeezing and rolling the round orbs inside of her hand gently, careful not to injure him accidentally. She stuck out her pink tongue and curled the tip of it slowly around the head of his cock, tasting him. Her eyes started to drift away towards the nightstand by his bed and she noticed the picture of him and his wife, as curiosity had gotten the better of her. Pulling herself away for a moment, she looked at the picture yet kept her hands on him, staring at the photo. “Who’s this woman here in the photo? My, she’s very beau-” She stopped mid-sentence as Mike had grabbed the back of her head suddenly and shoved her mouth back down around his penis, the tip of him sliding well past her uvula. “No more talking,” he spoke in a stern tone and stared down at her, smirking at her expression, surprised at his brazenness. She groaned a bit in approval as he had once again taken control, and so she leaned her head back, allowing him to stuff more of his throbbing meat down her windpipe.

He humped her face for a few more seconds before pulling away, allowing her to breathe as her saliva started to dribble down the corners of her mouth and chin, falling onto her thighs. As she inhaled air back into her deprived lungs, he slid himself once more inside of her sloppy mouth, her tongue now curling around the slimy, slippery shaft. He watched her as she took his cock quite well without so much as a gag reflex, her mouth just seemed to melt around his tool as he began to grind and gyrate his pelvis against her face, needing to feel more pleasure from her. She moved a free hand down inside of her shorts, rubbing herself over her panties whilst her other hand made its ways to his balls, giving them a well-needed massage. Willing himself to pull away from her warm mouth again, Mike retreated his thick rod and placed it over her forehead, his aching sac now level with her lips. “Suck them,” he spoke, more of a command than anything as she nodded and complied with him, twirling her tongue around his soft, pliable jewels, eager to please and satisfy him. She trailed her tongue around each one, coating them both in her saliva as she popped them into her mouth like candy just before he pulled away again, replacing them with his cock. She willingly opened her mouth like a good girl and he happily fed her his rod, eager to feel her throat constrict and tighten around him again, something he always craved from his wife, she really knew how to make him a happy husband.

He allowed her to service him using her mouth for a few more brief moments before he pulled away and grabbed her, helping her up onto her feet. Slipping his arms underneath her, he picked her body up as if she weighed nothing and tossed the nineteen year old onto his bed, instantly mounting himself over her lower torso, his hands snaking their way between her knees to spread her open, eagerly awaiting to taste her own sticky sweetness. She giggled in ecstatic bliss as he finally wedged her shorts off with her panties, baring her naked slit for his view. He leaned his face down in closely to her pussy and he parted her vulva open, exposing her wet orifice to the cool air of the room, the glistening of her sex juices all too visible on her skin, the sight of her was beyond appetizing. As he spotted her clit resting just below her mound, he pounced on it instantaneously, circling and twirling his tongue roughly against her tiny love button, causing her to moan out in pleasure. She raised herself up onto her elbows and pulled at her top, eventually taking it off and tossing it down along with the other articles of clothing, now fully naked for him. He reached up a free hand towards her pussy and split her lower lips open with his middle and third digits before curling them up inside to the knuckle, causing her to writhe and squirm with pleasure. She lay back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling, her body already close to its climax as Mike was quite experienced in the act of cunnilingus, having performed it many times on many women prior to his wife.

He knew she was close and yet he continued his toil on her pussy, jabbing his expert fingers in and out of her unexpectedly tight hole, feeling the warm, soft velvet-like walls squeeze around them like a vise, eager to succumb to a mind-numbing orgasm. Sophie gently placed her hand on top of Mike’s scalp and slowly started to wiggle her hips against him as he pulled his fingers away from her pussy and replaced them with his tongue, able to lick her clit and tongue-fuck her hole at the same time, driving her over the edge. One of his strong hands crawled its way up her petite frame, wrapping around her pert tits as he massaged and fondled the indulgent flesh, teasing and tugging on her nipples in small semi-circles. He stared at her as he ate her delicious wanton cunt and he knew he had her right where he wanted her, using his teeth to grind gently over the skin of her clit as he started to piston his tongue wildly inside of her snatch, causing her to convulse and twitch as her orgasm now began to wash over her body in waves of ecstasy. “Fuck…I’m cumming!” Sophie began to curse uncontrollably as she rode out her orgasm, unable to move at all as Mike just kept sucking on her pussy, her mind feeling like mush from the overwhelming pleasure. As her orgasm finally began to subside, Sophie only lay there catching her breath as she watched Mike climbed off of the bed, walking over to a nearby dresser, searching through various bits of clothing. She raised an eyebrow for a moment, wondering what he was doing then realized he was only grabbing a condom out, seeing the reflective aluminum wrapper. Mike was lucky to find this one, he hadn’t the need to use condoms since he had married Karina, but he ripped open the foil packet and applied it to his more than awake member, climbing back onto the bed as he mounted himself between Sophie’s legs, eager to fuck her.

He positioned the tip of his hefty rod against her drenched slit and was barely met with any sort of resistance as he slid himself deeply into her, his hands holding her legs behind her head as he sunk the full length of his cock inside of her pussy. She cried out softly and wrapped her arms around Mike’s back, holding him tightly as her pussy molded itself around his cock, adjusting itself to such size before he started to move back and forth into her, letting out a groan of much needed ecstasy. “Fuck me…Yes!” he could hear her moan out and he kept rocking his hips forward against her own, his pelvis rubbing against her clit with each deep thrust he made. Mike couldn’t fathom what was happening, all he could focus on was the desire that continued to build up inside of him, needing to feel its release from his body. “You like fucking random men? Dirty slut,” he scolded her, feeling her pussy once more tighten up as he spoke, he knew she liked what he was doing to her, thinking of all the naughty things he could convince her to perform. “Yes! I really fucking love it! Please fuck me harder, Sir!” she replied without a care in the world of how much of a whore she must seem to this stranger, dispersing her thighs for him, and she didn’t even know what his name was for crying out loud! She was truly a very mischievous girl. As he used her body for his own pleasure, he was like an a****l, fucking her with such stamina, making her tits bounce up and down with each of his precise movements.

She brought her hands down towards the back of his legs, wanting to close any unnecessary space between their bodies, craving for his thick dick to reach even the farthest depths of her pussy. Whilst he fucked her harder, he could feel her pussy tighten around him again like a vise as she began to cum, her slippery juices seeping out of her fuck hole and drenching both of their thighs with fluids. She screamed at the top of her lungs from all the pleasure she began to fall victim to, and she didn’t know how to contain herself, slowly becoming addicted to his prick. He fucked her in that position for what seemed like ages when he pulled away and grabbed her again, tossing her onto her stomach, slamming his cock back inside of her hungry hole. Sophie couldn’t help but to cry out in sheer pleasure, his cock felt too fucking good inside of her. Mike had lost all conscious control at this point and just gave in to his yearning. He reached a hand around Sophie’s neck and applied just the right amount of pressure onto her throat, using his other hand to grab and hold her head steady, his two fingers hooked into her mouth as her tongue limped out, her saliva dripping out onto the bed as she moaned even louder now, unable to ignore the ecstasy shooting through her body. He fucked her like a madman, slamming his rod nonstop into her jellied orifice, the noises of their combined bodies filled the small area of the room as it escaped and traveled throughout the vast house, the unmistakable sounds of pleasant copulation.

As she began to surrender to another orgasm, he allowed her to finish before he grabbed her and positioned her over his chest, her back rested flat against his torso as he held her legs high up into the air, using his muscular thighs for support as he jammed his cock inside of her, the slippery grooves of her steamy slit massaging over the smooth veins of his throbbing cock. He spread her wide open and slammed his pelvis against her ass, manipulating his cock to twist and wedge itself around the insides of her cunt, the tip of his dick slamming against the door of her cervix with every thrust, threatening to break through and meet her uterus. She yelped loudly and grabbed at his arms, holding on to his body so she wouldn’t fall, but Mike had quite a good grip on Sophie and he used his arms to hold both of her legs back whilst reaching around with a free hand to rub and toy with her clit again, making her react perfectly, her hips grinding back against his abdomen as he strained another orgasm out of her, leaving her breathlessly with a loss for language, unable to vocally express the pleasure she was feeling. He knew she was close to her limit as well as himself, and he turned around and placed Sophie back against the bed, holding her legs bent as he eased his cock once more into her cunt, longing for a slow release this time. She wrapped her arms back around him and hugged him close to her body, sticking her tongue out as he leaned down to kiss her again, their saliva coexisting within their cheeks. As he fucked her gentler this time, he took it very slow and calculated, with deep, long strokes that massaged the inside edges of her pussy, the tip of his cock feeling each of her indentations within her vagina.

Sophie started to grind and gyrate her hips back and forth against the slow thrusts of his cock and she knew she was awfully close to another orgasm, finally moving her hand back down over her pussy mound, rubbing her excessively sensitive clitoris. “Fuck…I’m going to cum again! Yes…Oh God!” Sophie yelled out as her pussy started to contract tightly around Mike’s cock for the final time, bringing about his own orgasm as he busted himself inside of her, thankful for the condom to catch his seed, the rubber filling up nicely with his semen. “Mmm…me…too,” he replied in response to her, feeling her warmth wrap around him again as both orgasms lastly subsided, leaving them extremely exhausted. Mike rolled off of her body and lay there beside of her for a moment, catching his breath when he felt her snuggle up closer to him, feeling her soft lips touch his once more, watching her curiously as she gave him a wink. “Thanks sweetie, I really had fun today! I would love to do it again sometime!” she spoke, giggling as she climbed out of his bed, allowing him to catch his breath as she put her clothes back on in front of him, teasing him some more by wiggling her cute butt as she did.

She walked back over to the bed and leaned down to kiss his cheek, smiling as she grabbed his phone nearby and typed her number into it before she texted her own phone a message using it, handing it over to him. “Call me when you want another round, cutie!” she told him and walked out of the bedroom, leaving him in a state of confusion. He could hear her car rev up outside in his driveway and he finally got up out of his bed, tossing his phone down onto it when he knew she had finally left. Mike went into his bathroom and took a long shower, still trapped in a state of shock and surprise from the eventful evening. After he was finished and had put on a fresh pair of jeans, he grabbed the photo from the nightstand with the note tapped to the back of it, placing his phone and a match into his pocket as he walked out of the bedroom to the doorway, picking up the bottle of lighter fluid he had bought earlier in the day. He went outside to the back of the house with the photo and lighter fluid in hand, and he sat the bottle down onto the ground infront of a barrel filled with various items from his house that belonged to his wife Karina.

Mike flipped the photo from their anniversary over and he removed the letter, unfolding it. He read it in its entirety and when he was finished, Mike wiped the sorrowful tears from his eyes. Though he still felt the pain and hurt in his heart, there was something there that wasn’t existent before, relief, closure, and understanding. He sighed deeply and tossed the letter into the barrel along with the photo, and he leaned down to pick up the lighter fluid, pouring the entire bottle into the barrel before striking the match, tossing both of the items into the cask. He stood there for a few brief moments, watching the flames extinguish all of the remaining remnants that were left of the belongings of his wife, lost in a sort of daze. The phone in his pocket began to buzz and he reached inside, grabbing it. He read the message on his screen from Sophie and he gave a half-hearted smile as he replied, turning around to walk back inside of his house for some long overdue sleep. Grabbing the topaz stone that adorned his neck, Mike rubbed the piece of jewelry before he opened the door and stepped back inside of his home, locking it shut behind him.