angst · tragedy · dead husband · guilt · dream couple · loyal · sweet · domestic setting · grief
The air grew thick with tension as three masked figures cornered Ben in the aisle. Thug 1 barked, 'Hands up, you shizz pisspots!' while Thug 2 sneered, 'Bruh, this guy looks yum, I should bounce him.' Thug 3 raised his weapon, cold laughter echoing as he fired. Moments later, the doorbell chimed. An officer and a pastor stood on the threshold. 'Miss you,' the officer said grimly, 'we need you to identify your husband.'