A very annoying buzzing brought me back to reality.

“NO!” I shouted as I bolted upright. A dream. That’s all it was. A frikken dream. It had just felt so real. He had been gone for so long, and all I had left were his memories and my dreams. But tonight was the last straw. It had been the most realistic dream that I had had so far. The police had been no help either. After two months of searching the case got thrown out. They don’t say that though.

It’s ongoing!

We’re making progress!

We’re closing in on a breakthrough, ma’am!

Please be patient.

A friend had to break it to me. I was the laughing stock of the department.

A tear slipped from my eye. I just could not face another day. All the doctors my mother had dragged me to claimed I was delusional, and depressed. My cupboard was a pharmacy of pills. Everyone told me to move on, but I had made an unbreakable vow that I was going to remain faithful to my husband. Nothing worked anymore. Church. Hospital. Chocolate. Nothing.

I shuffled over to the window. I lived on the 20th floor of my apartment block. I opened the stiff window and sat on the window sill. I looked down. The people were ants scurrying on the sidewalks. I took my recorder from the table behind me.

“To who ever finds me… tell my mother I’m sorry. Tell them I couldn’t move on. I couldn’t break my vow to him, and… I couldn’t survive without him. Any money goes to my parents, and whatever can be donated, give it to orphans and widows. So this is where I say… good… bye.”

I clicked the stop button. I put the device back down on the table as I slipped my I.D. into my pocket. Tears were streaming from my face.

I leaned forward, and pushed…