A light rain was falling, as Chloe stood by her husband's grave. Though it had been two years, her life simply wasn't moving forward. She felt trapped in that moment, when the troopers came to her home and told her that Mitch had been in an accident. Why did they always start that way? Of course, she asked if he was okay, knowing deep inside he was not but praying she was wrong. No, he died at the scene. She always knew it was a possibility with him driving a truck, hauling fuel, but that didn't make it any more acceptable to her heart and head.
And here it was two years gone by and she still simply existed. It wasn't as though she wasn't willing but it was like everything around her went on as she stood still in time. I think it's time for a change, she thought, as she leaned over and placed a kiss on the headstone.
Two weeks later, Chloe was back in her hometown. After selling everything she owned and renting out the house she and Mitch had owned, she loaded up the car with her clothes and headed home. She rented a nice little house and bought some second-hand furniture. The only thing left to do was put some food in the fridge and cupboards.
Chloe was checking out of the grocery store, when a deep voice behind her said, "Are you still eating that rabbit food, bunny?" Bunny? Someone calling her that could only mean one thing...someone from high school. She turned to look and saw blue eyes; sandy brown hair and definitely a body-builder's physique. Great, she thought, it's been so long since high school...25 years to be exact...and she had no idea who this was.
"Yeah, you know, I don't believe in killing animals for food; guess I never will." She blandly smiled.
"You have no idea who I am, do you?"
