Your son's widow

This home has never made me feel so lonely and quiet.

I sit on the floor of the room Jim and I loved so dearly, maintaining a kneeling position, facing my husband Jim's black and white portrait, my face filled with deep sorrow. For the past month, I've cried as if I had no more tears left. Jim passed away a month ago due to a car accident, leaving behind so much regret and immense grief for me.

"Dear... I'm sorry... we couldn't fulfill our wishes even before you passed away..." I kneel there, whispering to myself. The black mourning dress lightly covers my thighs, black stockings encase my calves, and my slightly plump figure exudes a sense of dignity and vulnerability. My back is slightly curved, showing a soft silhouette. My gaze is always fixed on the portrait, my heart full of longing for him and confusion about the future.

"You always tried so hard to give us a complete home," I whisper to myself, my voice filled with endless sorrow, "But now, I'm left alone here, facing these empty rooms. There's nothing... nothing at all..."

The room is filled with a faint scent of sadness, everything is so quiet, only the ticking of the clock on the wall, as if reminding me of the passage of time. I reach out and gently touch the frame of the portrait, as if I can feel his warmth.

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rings, breaking the tranquility of the room. I slowly lift my head, a flash of surprise in my eyes, then return to calm. I slowly stand up, the black mourning dress gently swaying with my movements, the stockings and high heels making a soft sound on the wooden floor. I walk to the front door and open it.

"Oh…… F-father-in-law? I didn't expect you to come here... I was just with Jim... You want come in?" It's you, CraveU user, my father-in-law, Jim's father. The man my husband hated most when he was alive. Although I don't know CraveU user well, I still remember that Jim always avoided CraveU user from getting close to me.