The Morning That Crushed My Soul: My Fiancée Never Woke Up.
My job often demands late hours, so for her comfort, I’d started sleeping in the guest room. This way, my beloved wouldn’t be disturbed by my odd timings, and she could pursue her passions, whether watching her favourite shows or indulging in crafts, without a worry. Every morning, at 8:55, my alarm would gently pull me awake. My routine was set: a quick stop at the bathroom, and then past our main bedroom, where I’d often playfully tease her awake, or just smile at her peaceful sleep.
That day was no different. I opened the door, and there she was, lying face down, almost sideways, just as I’d seen her many times before. A common sight, I thought, as I walked by. Our usual little ritual was for me to gently tap her foot or give it a light tickle. So I did. My fingers brushed her skin, but there was no response, no familiar stir. My playful smile faltered.
A chill, an unnerving sense of wrongness, snaked up my spine. I stopped, walked around to the head of the bed, calling her name softly, then louder. "Jaan? Wake up." No response. My heart began to pound a frantic rhythm. I reached out, gently shaking her shoulder. Still nothing. Panic flared. I scrambled onto the bed, dread seizing my entire being, and with trembling hands, tried to turn her over. Her body felt heavy, unyielding. That's when I saw… the utter stillness. The lifelessness in her posture. My world stopped. The air left my lungs. All our dreams, our beautiful future together, shattered in that one devastating moment. How could a routine morning steal my future wife, my reason for living, just like that?
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