Time Machine

My head was not able to process what he had said I wanted to him say that this all a lie but in my heart I knew somewhere that this was true. Still baffled by disbelief I began to run towards my house and saw two police cars and an ambulance standing there. I saw the hand in which the ring that we both put on our fingers was there. I saw her long hair coming out the blanket covered in blood. I went up to her body standing there in disbelief. I wanted her to wake up and say to me that this is all a prank but it was not.

I grabbed her hand and began to cry but something was off I couldn't feel her hand. It was like that she wasn't mine. I said I wanted to see the face maybe it was something that I knew that was pointless. They uncovered and what I saw was...her.

Olivia was there lying without her usual smile. My heart just burst out. I began to cry like a maniac at one point I thought I might just die as well. I could not bear any longer and then I fainted.

The next day I found out myself in the hospital. Still not believing what happened yesterday. It was like everything was taken away from me. Then a nurse came and said that doctor wants you to come to the morgue. I reached there and I could see that they were asking for autopsy. I gave them the permission but it was like I was forgetting something and-

"Hey doctor, what about my child"

"Yeah about it, I'm sorry Mr. Harry we couldn't save him ."

I looked at the Doctor and I could really feel the emotion. But that emotion was not feeling sorry but rather scared. Scared of breaking the news to me, scared that I might do something to him in this moment. I went to him and gave him a hug said goodbye. Gave every information that I could and went back to the house in order to find the truth.

Truth, yes the truth about what really happened to her because I knew for a fact that she can't just quit after making all those promises with me. The police after a week came to a conclusion that it was a suicide and closed the case. But in my heart, I knew that she has not died. So, I began to find about her. Apart from knowing that she had parents who died two years ago. I knew nothing about her past, because we made a promise that we wouldn't ask anything about the past to each other. It was for us live in the present and enjoy our life to the fullest. I started to ask about her to her friends in her college. But from all I could gather was that she never really talked that much to anyone but she had crush on me before I had proposed her.

All these things were just making more and more distressed. I thought I was the only one who loved her so much. But after talking to all those people I came to know that she even loved me more than I ever could have. But there were somethings that didn't make sense. They said that my wife committed suicide by jumping from the rooftop. And landed back on her side. But then why was the face of my baby fractured. Why was there signs of bruise that only comes from beating someone and why did police ignore all of that?

They didn't even asked me about all those things as if they didn't existed. I wanted to yell those things at that time but then it just struck me that these she may had all those bruise and I didn't pay any attention. Maybe I was just desperate but after I saw my child that there was something wrong. His face was completely crushed and that was the thing that I couldn't swallow. And when I looked at the doctor he was expressionless, like he just wanted me get out of there.

But even after knowing all that and it has been one month and I still can't point anything or what happened that day. So, I decided go out from the city and went to where she was from. A beautiful city with fresh air that smelled just like her. As I entered the city I could really see all those people that just looked as cheerful as she was. She was spitting image of the people of the city. I was finally standing in front of her grandparents house. She thought that I didn't know about them, but the I saw her receiving a letter. I knew something was up. And I thought why is she hiding about them from me. But because of our promise I told myself that I would only try to know about them when she would be ready to do so. But today I was breaking those promises.

I knocked on the door, but nobody responded. I knocked on the door again but I couldn't hear anything then suddenly someone from behind came.

"What are you doing here?"

"I-I"

"Who are you?"

"I am Harry Fern. Husband of Olivia Reynolds."

"Oli? Ah Harry you have come, please come in."

""

"If you have come then that means your child is born right?"

"Uh-u"

"She wrote in the letter that when your child will be born he will bring you along with her child to meet us. So where are they?"

"Grandma"

"What happened why are you crying?"

"She died."

"She what? Hey young man it's not good to play with my old heart you know that right?"

As I watched her, I saw tears dropping her old wrinkly eyes. And with her hands somehow trying to throw them away. And suddenly someone came on the door. A 6 foot tall old man wearing long black coat. And a round hat on his head. I immediately knew that he was Olivia's grandfather.

"What happened honey?" He came to her running when he is barely able to walk and held hr by shoulder.

"Hey who are you? What is the meaning of all this? Tell me or just get the hell out of here." He said that with the furious look in his eyes.

"I am Harry Fern."

"Harry Fern. Like the Harry that our daughter married?"

"Yes."

"Then where is she? Why don't I see her here?"

"She is dead."

"She is what? Are you in your mind what the hell are you saying? Just bring her here."

"I-I can't even though I want to I just can't bring her. If I had the power I would have given my life to bring her back but I just can't. I just can't."

"So, she is really dead."

"Yes."

After fifteen minutes of crying and yelling she finally stopped and grandpa held and took her to the room. And came back and told me tell everything that has happened. With all the tears in my eyes I told him everything I could have think of. Then he was silent for five minutes. It was as if he was trying to process everything and trying to guess what exactly happened. Then he finally broke the silence and asked-

"So, what do you think is it really a suicide?"

"No."

"You too, right. There's no way this all feels right. This can't really be a suicide."

For first time in all these weeks I felt as if some of weights from my shoulder was lifted. I felt as if someone just lifted a hundred kgs weight from me.

"Yes there's no way that she can ever do that." I said.

"So, that means someone planned all this and whoever they is, They are very powerful to influence hospital doctors and even the police."

"Yes, and not only that but the fact they have erased so many traces from my house that just shows that they didn't even want me find all those things."

"So, there is only one way that I can help you right now."

I was really looking forward to him giving me something important after hearing all this. But the thing he said just made hundred times more furious.

"I want to tell you secret that is known to only some people."

"And what is it?"

"Do you know what a time machine is ?"

"Time Machine?"