**CHRIS P.O.V**
"GEORGINA!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I walked upstairs to our bedroom. A note on my set of drawers. "Chris, I love you. I will always love you. I have always loved you. But I can't keep going on like this. I can't keep pretending I'm okay when I really want to die. I love you so much baby. I'm so sorry" its from Georgina. I looked into the bathroom. I instantly broke down at the sight. Georgina overdosed on her antidepressants. I grabbed my phone and called 911. "Hello? I need an ambulance right away!" In about 5 minutes, Georgina was lying in a hospital bed. Her family came in. Her two brothers, Ethan and Grayson, were on the verge of tears at the sight of their baby sister. "Maybe if I was a better husband, she wouldn't have done this." I started tearing up again. "Chris, you were the best husband ever. She loved you unconditionally and she will always love you." Grayson reassured me. A week later, I'm by her side, holding her hand and not letting go. The beeping sound of her heart then....nothing. She's gone. The love of my life is gone. "I'm sorry sir, she's gone." The nurse told me. A year from her passing and I'm at her gravestone. "Hey baby. I miss you so much. I brought you your favorite Flowers, white roses. I love you so much. I need you to come home. I need my baby back. I'm so lonely without you. I'm sorry I wasn't the best husband ever. Im sorry I couldn't help you better. I'm sorry for everything. I miss you baby" tears streamed down my face. "I love you baby." I placed the flowers down and kneeled down. I left the gravestone. Man, I should've been the best fucking husband I can be. I've started bad habits now. I'm drinking a lot. I'm smoking a lot. Fuck. I need my wife back.
