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The mere thought of that day..

His eyes...they were...

No longer filled with love for me...

No, they weren't really filled with anything..

They were icy. They sent chills thoroughout my body

The color of green. With gold flicks...

And when he spoke..it wasn't him

Not the person I loved anyway

And his sword...his sword...

He held it unsheathed at his side

And it looked ready to kill

My eyes widened and brimmed with tears

Begging him to come back to me

But he advanced

And I stepped back, afraid of those eyes

Attached to this stranger I don't know

I fell as my knees gave way

So I searched frantically for a weapon, anything

And I found my weapon

And stood up, suddenly strong

Pointing the tip at his chest

He jsut stared unflinching, unafraid

And then, a 4 year old, little girl

With pure green eyes and long brown hair

Peeked her head in from behind a door

Jennifer. Our baby. MY baby now...

No, I thought..I prayed...

Not her

"Mommy..." her little voice whispered

"Is Daddy okay?"

Tears were spilling from my eyes now

"No baby, go back to bed."

"Are you fighting, Mommy? Fighting is bad, Daddy..

Don't fight with Mommy.."

Oh God, if you exist not her

Make her go away

My voice rose up to stern level

"Jennifer, go to bed."

She whinned then, but complied.

Finally. I could breathe again.

And the stranger turn away, he laughed.

A chilling laughter...hysterical.

No warmth. At all.

Hollow, maniac laughter

Like shattered glass

And he walked out the door

Never to return.