Microfiction: He didn't look anything like she expected.

He didn't look anything like she expected.  His white face stared back at her from his casket. His eyes had been places down, he wore a suit and placed next to him was his guitar.  Tears rolled down her cheek.  It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. They were supposed to grow old together; they were supposed to have kids and a nice house with a white picket fence. She started sobbing. She put her hands over her face and memories flashed before her eyes.

It had been a year since they met.  They were in love. They had promised on that one night on top of the hill under the stars to always stay together.  They were young but they didn’t care.  They didn’t know much, but they knew they wanted to stay together forever. They could feel it in their veins.  He had sung her one of his songs, a song of love. Together they snuggled under the stars.  Another memory had come. 

As soon as she got the call that there had been a crash she dropped everything and jumped in her own car to get to the scene.  She couldn’t believe her eyes. She dropped to the floor and sat next to his body.  

“You can’t let… ruin… life… be strong…for me baby.” He had said choking out words as his eyes finally closed for the last time. His bloody, burned body lay on the grass next to the burning car. Her eyes burned from crying so much. She didn’t know what to do. The promise they made was broken. He wasn’t going to be able to be there anymore. 

So many days had passed since that day. She awakened from her flash back. The memories were overwhelming. She was in so much pain she couldn’t even stand anymore.  She fell on her knees as her mother came to help her get up. She told herself she would be strong, but she just couldn’t.  Her mom moved her to sit down.  All she wanted to do was sleep and get away from this nightmare.  Everything went black as she laid her head in her mother’s arms.

The next thing she knew, she was in bed and looked to her side.  She saw slicked back short brown hair. She reached for his hair. He turned around and his face was burned.  She screamed.

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She woke up into reality.  She had saw his hair again and started to shake. She started to cry again as he turned around. She closed her eyes; she was prepared for the worst.  She couldn’t take this ongoing inception.

“Baby what are you doing?” He said. She looked through a hole in her fingers.  His face was normal.  His death had been a dream. She hugged him and started crying.  It had been a nightmare inside a nightmare.

“What’s wrong?” He said.  She only smiled.

“I’m so glad that you’re alive. “ She replied.