It was 3.30 in the morning not a soul in sight, the city looking like a ghost town, lit only by the pale moon as she travelled across the sky, tracing his path. They were both heading home, him and the moon, he was heading back from somewhere he should not have been leaving from. From a life where he was having fun, where in the still of the night, someone whispered how much she loved him in his ear as they both pretended to be asleep in each other arms.
He was making this journey for the last time, going back to his cold empty house, his house where his wife passed away 5 years ago from a long term illness. He hated that house, but for her memory he kept it, never changed it. The master bedroom lay as it was when she was alive, only now bolted shut. The key hung round his neck as a promise he would always bear. Never to loss her memory and to remain faithful until they both met again.
How he hated that lifeless house, it was not always like that. They were both young when they moved in, so much in love, so full of life, he swore when they curled up at night in front of the fire, he could see heaven in her eyes, an angelic touch in her arms, he felt she was performing miracles in his heart. Her laugh was so sweet like a babbling stream, her touch so gently and so secure. They never argued, never raised their voices. The house was full of happiness, and the beginning of dreams, oh so sweet dreams.
Rain drops on the windscreen, there was a storm moving in, the thunder rolled in the distance. More rain drops, no, these were tears, tears in his eyes, rolling down his face, blinding his vision. His car lights snaked out in front lighting the way home, his mind drifted, for a brief second, his car followed, he jumped alert and straightened the car.
Tracing his time back through the day. Tonight was perfect, he had arrived after work, to see her, flowers in one hand bottle of her favorite wine in the other. She met him at the door, took his coat, his bag, gave him a glass of wine, while she ran his bath.soft music played in the back ground as he lay there, the bath soaking away his troubles, his meetings and his cancellations of the day in the tough city of economics. He thoughts drifted further back. Making money used to be important to him,before he met his wife, she showed him there was more to life, and he loved her so dearly for it. Now she was gone. This life of happiness she promised for all eternity had taken her away.
Coming back to reality he saw her, the other woman standing over him as he lay in the bath. She smiles, she understood, no pressure, they had agreed no pressure when they first met, when they first started dating, she did really understand. Her life journey was similar, a part from that her life was ripped apart from a car accident. The drunk driver drove right into the back of their car at a red light.. Her husband and daughter killed instantly, she was the first to respond to the accident, she was the only police response in their town.. First to see her dead family, first one to respond to the drunk driver.
The next few months she felt dead, dead to the world. The commissioner had granted her extended leave. She attended the trial against her best interests. The driver had pleaded guilty for dangerous driving, he gave his usual pathetic speech of reforming, how sorry he was. He was even willing to drop his lawsuit against her for police brutality, he stated he could forgive her for placing her gun, her gun she had never drawn in 15 years on the force. Her gun she held against his head, threatening to blow his brains out.