Watching her

You killed her

John Wayne.

A 30-year-old man in orange stands in front of three men dressed in black, with watery eyes barely visible from the dark circles under his eyes. 

He had found out that his wife was brutally killed just 24 hours before this trial. 

His head was spinning, filled with questions that tortured him. His heart was pounding uncontrollably fast as the judge said his name.  

-John Wayne, Judy's husband? 

-Y... yeah, it's.. That's me.

The man that came in running towards the accused man caught everyone's attention.

He tried to talk: I'm... I'm... so.... sorry... I'm... la...

-40 minutes late? - the judge stopped him. - May we begin gentlemen?

The judge started questioning, making Wayne more and more confused. 

All he could think about was that night. 

That night - he is watching TV after an intense fight with his wife, which ended with the two of them not speaking. You know, the usual sunday nights.

He was thinking of how he could have done better. He could have been better. Could have stopped fighting; or taked to her instead of screaming to her. Oh god, he should have just hugged her.

And that's the thing - we never know when is the last time we'll talk to someone, hug someone, even just see them. Or the last time we'll tell them we love them.

Because he did love her. He really did. They just happened to fight. A lot. 

The words just started comming out of his mouth. 

He told the judge everything. The fights. The crying, the screaming and the lying.  

And before he could see what was happening, he heard the judge say: 

John Wayne. You are underarrest for murdering your wife.