Chapter 1: Introduction

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groggily, I reached over and picked it up, squinting at the screen in the dim morning light. It was a text from my fiancé, Emma. "Can't wait to see you tonight, love you," it read. A smile spread across my face as I replied, "Love you too, see you soon." I got out of bed and stretched, feeling the familiar ache in my back from spending the night on the couch. I had been working on a big project at the office and had decided to crash at the house for a change of scenery.

As I made my way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, I noticed something strange. The front door was slightly ajar. I frowned, trying to remember if I had left it open or if Emma had come home early. I shrugged it off and continued to make my coffee. I took my time, trying to shake off the grogginess of sleep and enjoy the silence of the house.

As I sipped my coffee, I decided to take a shower and get ready for the day. I walked towards our bedroom, still thinking about Emma's text and how much I missed her. I couldn't wait to see her later that night.

But as I pushed open the bedroom door, my world came crashing down. Emma was lying on the floor, her eyes closed and a bottle of pills scattered around her. My heart stopped as I realized the truth. Emma was gone.

I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. It was like I was stuck in a nightmare, watching everything unfold in slow motion. I stumbled towards her, dropping to my knees beside her. I reached out to touch her, hoping that it was all a cruel joke, but her skin was cold to the touch. She was gone.

I felt like I was in a daze, like I was watching everything unfold from a distance. I couldn't believe she was gone, that I would never see her smile again or hear her laugh.

As I sat there, numb and in shock, my eyes fell on a piece of paper beside Emma's lifeless hand. It was a note, written in her neat handwriting.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. I love you."

I couldn't understand what it meant. Why would Emma kill herself? We were happy, we had plans for the future. But as I sat there, staring at her note, I knew that I would never know the reason. Emma was gone and nothing would bring her back.

I don't know how long I sat there, holding Emma's hand and staring at her note. Time seemed to stand still, and my mind was a jumbled mess of emotions and thoughts. Eventually, the reality of the situation hit me and I knew I had to call the police.

As the police and paramedics arrived, I felt like I was in a fog. I couldn't process what was happening, couldn't believe that Emma was truly gone. They asked me questions, but I couldn't form coherent answers. All I could think about was Emma and the note she had left.

I spent the next few days in a haze, going through the motions of making arrangements and answering questions from the police. But it all felt like it was happening to someone else. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was all a nightmare and that Emma would come back to me any moment.

But she never did. Emma was gone, and I was left alone with my grief and a million unanswered questions. I knew that I would never be the same, and that life.