"Yeah..." you tell her, staring at the floor while nodding your head, even though the situation seem completely absurd to you. "Right now you're... Amy...?"
"Yeah..." she says softly as she comes over to you, putting one arm on your shoulder and hugging you gently. "I'm Amy, your wife." she whispers to you. "And... I want you to go on with your life..."
You feel a tear form in your eye as you tell her, your dead wife, that you know she wants that, but that it's much harder than you could ever imagine... You still love her so much...
"That's okay." she tells you. "I appreciate that, I really do. But you must let me go."
You can't look into her eyes as you know, deep within, that the eyes that will look back at you are not Amy's green ones at all, but your own deep blue eyes... Instead you just nod, leaning your head against her chest as you hug her back.
You sit like that for a while, caressing her back and listening to her heartbeat. Not knowing what else to focus on, you just stare at her bared, long slender legs.
"What...?" she wonders softly as you start chuckling slightly. She probably expected you to be crying by now.
"Nothing." you reply quietly, reaching out and gently caressing her knee. "You just never wore such short skirts, not even when you were this young."
"True." she giggles. "I just wanted to catch your attention with something special, just for today. Do you like it?"
"Yeah... I think I do..." you mumble into her chest as you caress your way up the outside of her thigh, making her giggle again as you tickle her naked flesh. "But it doesn't really make it easier for me to let you go..."
"Hold on for as long as you want." she tells you gently, still giggling a little. "I must go on in time, we both do, but there's still no need to hurry..." |