by Jai Amor
She could feel Bryan's breath on her neck, his hands on her skin as she was held close to him. Could feel him inside of her as fucking became lovemaking. She could see herself in his arms as they shared a dance in front of their infant daughter, when she felt so insecure, and he swore that she was gorgeous, that he wanted no one else. She could see him tease her about her youth. Could hear him talking about her pretty coffee and how she didn't need the caffeine anyway. She could feel his loving arms hold her, his hand caressing her cheek.
But when that fantasy turned back into the nightmare she had lived, she kissed her fingers, touched the headstone, and left. A part of her would always love him and what they'd had.