Her husband had been dead for ten years. She was a living ghost. No one spoke to her. She spoke to no one. It was almost as if no one saw her. She had gotten to a point where she truly believed that. When one of her kids came to visit, all she did was mumble to the point of the brink of their annoyance. They would leave. But she didn't really care, honestly. She didn't enjoy human companionship anymore. She had lost contact with all of her friends and no one ever came to visit, save her kids every once in a while. Her life was like an egg. It had once been beautiful- unblemished and perfect. But it seemed as though when her husband died, it broke. Everything that was made her feel good inside just oozed out and left behind only a broken mass of shards of what once was. It wasn't fair. He had meant everything to her. He was the only man she had ever loved, and she had loved him since they got married at the age of seventeen. Even before then, she had harbored a crush on him. She was sixty-five now. Her husband died when they were fifty-five. The past ten years had been a living hell for her. Every day, she asked God why He had to take her precious Bill away from her. He was all she had, aside from the kids. She had no feeling inside now that he was gone. She did all her favorite hobbies still, but it was out of habit. She read the newspaper, wrote, read her favorite classics, and played piano. But none of these things thrilled her like they used to. When Bill was still alive, he was there to smile down at her while he cooked breakfast and she sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. He was there to read her favorite classics alongside her, in their special chairs in front of the fireplace. He was there to sit on the opposite side of the piano and just gaze at her while she played. These things were her simple joys in life. All he ever had to do to please her or cheer her up was to give her a smile. His smiles, his hugs, his kisses... they were what she lived for, and he the same. She knew that. He was her best friend, and she his. She looked at pictures of him every day until she cried. Some of them even had stains from all the tears she had cried over him. When she went to bed at night, she prayed to God and asked him to tell Bill that she still loved him- that she alway would. She asked him to tell Bill to wait for her until she could join him at the pearly gates.