It was almost 11 o'clock. I was driving like an insane teenager high on some crack. It was midnight and my wife's birthday an hour away though I brought nothing yet, it's neither my fault I was just a little too much forgetful and busy working my head out .
She called me insisting to come back but I wanted to give her the memorable present of her life. She just made every moment unforgettable for me. I searched for every store but everything seemed to be close and it's reasonable I was just way too much late, I was still driving like a maniac unless I was there, near that old elm tree .
Atmosphere began to feel crazily heavy and all of the sudden I remembered why me and her came here the last time.
Me and her, her smiles, those warm smiles and how much I still missed her. We kept a time capsule here, my mind flashed our days at the most horrible time and I wondered if it's still there full of our memories. I started digging at the spot where I felt it's been hidden, my eyes widened at the sight of it, it's still there. Her melodious tune box , it's it's still here. I smiled while feeling a gush of emotions running of my eyes. I found her the most special gift I told myself while tugging it and headed back to home.
My wife unknown of everything was rocking on the chair to and fro, waiting for me. I handed it over her, the little gift I brought for her. She was beyond happy and her happiness still had no comparison with hers. I smiled and started playing the tune for her. She enjoyed it while I felt an unknown emotion, no it wasn't remembrance but something else. Someone's existence.
I made her stop this anyways and she stopped it without any questions. I threw it away and dragged her to the room and made her sleep. Her innocence eyes were questioning my behaviour but lips decided to say nothing. She fell asleep but me, I was still trying to get that tune out of my mind. I stood up and went towards the window to see if that box is still there.
But it wasn't , scared I turned towards the bed and found it was in my wife's hands, she was sitting on the bed playing that tune box and singing her song. I wanted to snatch it when she ghostly boobed her head towards me and setting that melody aside. She walked towards me while I was backing off away from her.
I was pushed into the walls when she picked up the knife I never noticed was there and latched on me, but before I could run or figure out anything. She stabbed her eyes and began to wail and laugh continuously, I froze at my place and lost consciousness at the sight of blood and slotted head of my wife hanging with a fixed creepy smile.
It's been 5 years of that horrible night where I lost my happiness all over again, I'm in this asylum while everyone thinks I killed my beloved wife in rage and craziness. But it was her. She did that.
Look she is standing here smiling at me, holding her loving gift. Her melodious tune box. She still loves me she said that's why she is making me suffer, she will make me die miserably. I will do whatever she will wants me to. She was right no one can love me as much as she did , no no as much as she does. Shshhh! I love her and craving that in my freshly burnt flesh doesn't hurt anymore.
