"Who are you?"
"I am your wife"
...
It's been three years since Cassandra's death and it has been three years since you were fully sane. You have been totured mentally beyond repair. On her departure from this earth you realised how much she was the cradle to your uneasiness, she kept you stable...she gave you the love you never had, she kept you alive.
But now... it's literally just dust and quiet in the house. You have been locked in for the past three years_slowly withering away in that big house of yours. You had no kids, Cassy never wanted one and you didn't care so much for one either. That was the extent of your love for her, you loved her so dearly that you went out of your original life print just for HER.
But now that she's gone, you didn't have a reason to live anymore. Today is her birthday anniversary and you wanted to do something for her.. and what other thing than what you knew how to do best?
You had to paint her, painting got you this luxury you lived in anyways. it was the only thing you could do for her and it was also the only thing that you never did for her too. While she was alive, she reject the idea of having her face drewn on a sheet with colour.
"If you want to look at my face do bad, i am here darling you just have to call" she would always say to you whenever you asked.
But now that she wasn't here, you needed to paint your image of her, you needed to paint her lest you forgot what she looked like before the old age eats your memories up. You were In your early seventy's and had spent thirty-five years married to her.
In the drawing room, you began to draw...your paint brush and board set before you, you began to illustrate... drawing curves and lines_painting the image he had of her.
You stopped abruptly, you couldn't remember what she looked like, you panicked and began shaking, scrambling for your phone for her picture. On finding it and scrolling through it, you couldn't find it, not that she wasn't there, you just realised that even if she was you could not tell.
There was literally nothing, absolutely nothing you could remember about her face, and slowly as you sat there...you Started to forget things about her too.
"Why?" You toned as you broke down into tears, your memories of her fading with each drop. You stood up and staggered to your room, quickly opening the drawer, you inserted your hand and withdrew a packaged syringe from the cluster of things inside, you went to your wardrobe and drew out a short shot of drug from the little compartment in it.
You laid down on your bed...
"Hey Alexa" you groaned.
"Uh, huh" she answered
"Disable home security and please dail everyone on my contact list in the next twenty minutes and give them this message; I am sorry, i am sorry for being selfish..i have gone to be with my love. Do not moan for me, i am in a better place" You said and you quickly drew out the injection from the shot and inserted into your veins, pressing the contents in.
Little by little...you felt your soul seeping away, you felt your self dissapearing, your memories fading, your senses dulling. From the side, you could hear Alexa's muffled voice singing your favourite song, a capella to you. Grand piano by Nicki Minaj.
****
A blinding light, a serene scene...the smell of wet grass and flowers filled the air. You could feel it..the realness.
"How did i get here?" You said to your self as you watched the setting sun. You had no memory of anything other than the now.
A woman surfaced before you, she was beautiful, fabulous, elegant and oddly famaliar.
"Who are you?" You asked, smiling
"I am your wife" she replied and she signalled you to follow her and you did.
"Why do i have no memory of that then?" You asked and she chuckled and turned to you
"Let's create new memories together Anthony, we have a lifetime of eternity to do that" she said and apburtly kissed you.