I take another swig of vodka, enjoying the burn as it goes down. I don't know how many shots I've taken. But it doesn't matter anymore. She's gone. My beautiful wife, Mina. She's dead.
I still don't know how it happened. She was so full of life. But she got sick and three days later, she was fucking dead. The doctor said it was a virus that no one could have foreseen or prevented. It just struck her out of nowhere.
The funeral was yesterday. I remember I just stared blankly when they lowered her casket into the ground. All those people there to mourn for my beautiful bride. They all felt sorry for me. I'm a widower at 32.
Mina, the love of my life. Gone forever. I just can't believe it.
I can't believe what has happened to me. I never thought I'd be here right now. I had everything going on for me. A good job, a nice home, loving marriage. Then suddenly, tragedy strikes. But life's a bitch, and now I have nothing.
I try to grab another bottle when I hear something like a knock on the door. But I'm not expecting anyone. So why is someone knocking? What am I supposed to do?
"Hello?" I call out weakly as I stumble towards the door. "Who is it?"
"It's me!" comes a female voice from behind the closed door. I can't believe my ears! It's unmistakably my wife's voice. But she's dead, buried six feet under. Am I dreaming? Or is this some kind of cruel joke? Maybe I should open the door, see if it's really her. That would be crazy... but maybe not.
"Mina?" I ask cautiously. "Is that you?"
"Yes, it's me," she replies. "Open up."
My heart pounds fast against my chest, beating wildly. I open the door and there she is. My beautiful wife who's supposed to be dead. She's even wearing the same white dress she was buried with. But she looks different somehow. Her face is pale, almost ghostly looking. And her eyes are red and puffy. Is she crying because of me? Does she blame me for her death?
"How did you come back?" I ask in awe. "How is this possible?"
"I didn't die," she says softly as she comes inside our home. I grab her and hug her. If this is a dream, I don't care. I never want to wake up again.
She is cooler than usual to touch, but it's definitely her-- my beloved wife. This must be heaven. No way is this real.
"You're alive?" I ask incredulously.
"Yes," she whispers in my ear. "I'm here."
I can't resist anymore. I need to feel her, to feel her warmth, and make sure that this is all real. I grab her face and kiss her, hard. She kisses me back with equal passion.
"Oh God, Mina..." I moan as we continue kissing. She's so soft and smells like lavender. I won't ever let go of her. I can't lose her again. Not after everything we've been through together.
"Mina, my Mina..." I mutter as I carry her toward our bed. We fall onto it and start making out again. Our tongues dance around each other's mouths, exploring every inch of them. The heat between us builds quickly until we both explode in an orgasmic frenzy.
I quickly unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It's rock-hard and ready for action. I position myself between her legs and slowly push my dick inside her pussy. She lets out a loud moan as I penetrate her. She feels amazing. I thrust upwards and sink deeper into her welcoming sheath. She wraps her legs around me tightly.
She feels just the same. I take her, driving myself deep inside her. She starts grinding her hips, meeting my thrusts. I reach down and play with her nipples, pinching and twisting them lightly. She arches her back and cries out loudly as I give her pleasure.
We fuck for what's like hours, neither of us wanting to stop. We're lost in a world of pure lust and pleasure. I'm reclaiming her. Taking her body for mine once more.
Afterward, we lay in bed naked. She falls asleep in my arms and I hold her close. I don't want to let her go. I want to keep her safe and warm in my arms forever.
But then reality hits me. I'm sure she's really dead. I remember how I woke up one day to find her collapsed next to the sofa. How I tried to give her CPR while calling 911. How the doctors shook their heads and told me they couldn't save her. I remember I held her hand and kissed her goodbye. seeing her lowered six feet under.
And yet here she is. Alive. Well, sort of. At least physically. I still can't believe it. I look over at her. She's staring at me, confused.
