My Widowed Mate

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I stopped to pick up something for dinner on the way home from work. Decided to go to the grocery store and pick up something to make for dinner. Fast food has been on the menu too much lately. Curling up on the couch with a box of pizzas sounded really good right now. I went in the entrance way, not bothering to grab a shopping cart. I was only here for one thing anyway.

I walked around the store and began to feel off as I entered Frozen Foods. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. Felt like something was coming after me, I looked around me quickly. Turned around to see if anyone was there. There were people around, but no one seemed to notice me or seemed to be up to something.

I tried to shake off the feeling, but it still lingered. Ignoring it, I decided to grab a pre-made microwave meal and abandoned my idea of actually cooking. I used self check out to avoid any awkward conversations. I didn't want to run into anyone I knew right now. I didn't want any more sympathy today. After leaving, I halfway jogged to my car to get away from the area.

As I got ready to unlock my car, a male voice greeted me, scaring me, making me drop my keys. I whipped my head to look at the man who was talking. This man was huge in size with black hair and green emerald eyes. He had muscles everywhere, his jaw was sharp, and had a 5 o clock shadow. This man screamed s*x appeal.

I felt my cheek become hot and knew they were turning a shade of pink. My legs trembled, and I felt an urge in my core. I was taken aback by my own reaction. While I was straight, I was never the type to go crazy over a man's appearance. I always knew there was more under the surface and was never attracted to men by first glance.

My stare turned into a glare, I wasn't happy at my reaction to this man. I wasn't mad at him, just mad at how good-looking he was.He seemed shocked at my sudden change in mood as he took a step back. As if I just threatened to cut his nuts off.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said sincerely as he watched my reaction. Scare me? He looked more afraid than I did.

I shook my head as I bent over to picked up my keys

"It's not your fault, just on edge, I guess." I stated as i straightened myself back out, looking at him. I watched as his eyes traveled down my body and as he took a deep inhale. My cheeks began to become flushed again, so I looked away quickly. Why is he looking at me like that? He could get any girl he wanted.

"What was it you needed?" I asked quickly, just wanting to hop back in my car and leave.

I looked back to him and watched him blink a few times as it tried to remember. He ran one hand through his thick black hair as he thought about it. I raised an eyebrow and puckered my lips questionly as I waited. His breath hitched, looking at me, and then, in a blink of an eye, he was gone. I stumbled back for a second, confused at what had just happened. He was there, and then he wasn't.

I looked around the parking lot for him but there was no sign of him. I pushed back my hair with both of my hands, I was starting to believe I was going crazy. How could a man be in front of me one minute, then gone the next. If it happens again, I'll put myself in the mental health clinic, I told myself.

I hopped into my car and headed home with my microwavable meal on top of the car.

Once home and realized my dinner was missing, I groaned, cursing the day. I wasn't that hungry anyway. I settled for some wine and some Netflix before bed.

I turned on some random murder documentary. After a glass of wine and the show was over, that weird feeling started to come back. I looked around my empty home and shook it off. It just had to be the mixture of wine and watching a show about murder. How a woman went missing from her home and found decapitated.

I turned off the TV and got up to stretch my sore muscles. I was exhausted from the first day back to work. I felt sadness pull at my chest as I looked at the empty couch. I still try to turn to speak to my husband before I go to go bed. But he wasn't here. I balled up my hands and groaned in frustration. Before stomping away to go shower before bed.

I still had that weird feeling after my shower. So much that I hid myself in the corner of the room away from the windows to get dressed. I didn't like this feeling I had and felt like I was going crazy. I put on my blue satin night gown before walking back over to the dresser. I touched the photo of my husband, Brad, and I on our wedding day. We were both smiling so big at each other. He looked so handsome in his tux and his hair styled.

I missed him so much that I wished he was here with me. I kissed my fingers and placed them on him in the picture. I headed to our bed as I grabbed his old hoddie. I crawled into bed curling up as I held his hoodie against me. I inhaled the smell of it deeply and sighed. It smelled like him, still deep in the fabrics of it. They smell of his body wash and deodorant. I fell asleep pretending he was still beside me in our bed.