Then he remembered the first time she said his name. The warmth that had spread throught his body and the first time their lips touched. He remembered a thousand lights surrounding them.
He remembered her arms around his waist while they rode, around his neck while they kissed and around him while he died. He remember her tears and her laugh and all the conversations they had, but most of all he remembered confessing his love for her. And together with the memory came the feeling. This woman was his wife and he loved her more then anything in the world. Yet, he didn’t recognize her. How could he not?
Unaware he took a step back into the room.
Hazel. His wife.
How could he forget her? The only person who cared for him, the only person who knew the real him yet still loved him. How could
