If you’re reading this, I’m probably long gone now. You might be one of my kids, or grand-kids, or maybe even a dear family friend. Whoever you are, brace yourself. I’ve had a hell of a life, and I want to share some of the details with you. You probably won’t believe any of it, hell, I don’t blame you.
My first, and probably most unbelievable claim is that I married Agnes Crumplebottom. TWICE! Me, Erik Darling, some corny schmuck, married Agnes Crumplebottom, or as I like to call her now, Mrs. Darling.
Aggy was something special. I’ve never met a woman like her. She was classy, smart, unpredictable and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
I suppose it was my sense of humor that hooked her, or maybe just pure luck, but one thing’s for sure, my life would never be the same after that first date. We shared a beautiful kiss on the beach in Sunset Valley, and the rest is history.
It didn’t take long before she married me. We had our whole life planned out, let me tell ya. We got a house close to the beach, started planning our future, hell, we even made some progress on a nursery. Agnes always wanted to be a mother.
That’s when things got dark. I drowned on our honeymoon and was pronounced dead on site. She didn’t even get the chance to change her last name.
The worst thing that could ever happen to me was losing her. But let me tell you, watching her scream in pain beside my grave, without being able to comfort her or let her know I’m with her, was a close second.
Her name was still Agnes Crumplebottom, but it wasn’t supposed to be. I needed my second chance. My soul couldn’t rest until I could once again make her
My Darling.
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