Jeremys POV.

It's been a few years. Clover is now five.
We have so many memories have been made.
I remember like it was yesterday.
Michael up in the middle of the night singing softly to Clover.
He would always make sure that me and her went to sleep before he did.
On nights that I had a bad, he would take care of Clover, rocking her to sleep, as I took baths or something. He would then just rock me to sleep.

Gosh I tearing up.

He slept right next to me and Clover.
He would give me kisses in the middle of the night when we both woke up. He would take my on late night walks, as the moonlight was shining through the grey thin clouds.

If the wind was too much he would walked behind me. He would gently wrapped his arms around me from behind. I would just rest my head against him.
The flowers that fell from the trees would land next to us. He would always pick one up and place it in my hair.

It was so sweet and nice, but only night changed it from sweet to bitter.

I remember it so clearly.

It was around two in the morning.
Clover was walking around the house because she wouldn't sleep. I was in the bedroom watching TV waiting for Michael to return.
I remember the cold breeze that went past the curtains. As it tickled the back of my neck. The moon was the visible in the dark night sky. I had heard a thump and thought nothing of it, since we have noise neighbors.

After a bit I heard a scream come from Clover. I jumped up as she came running into the room. I immediately got up off the bed and scooped her up in my arms. I gently bounced her trying to calm her down. All she could do was hiccup and sob into my chest. I brushed some of the long white and brown curls out of her face. She mumbled out a soft "P-papa.." And cried harder. Thinking she wanted to see Michael I went down stairs where he had went. Saying he was going to 'fix something'.

I hummed softly to her as I walked her downstairs. She only seems to get louder with her sobs. I frowned softly and called out for Michael. I sighed softly and  walked slightly further down into the basement. It was carpeted with a pale blue color. My blue and brown eyes fell onto the chair on the floor. I noticed some motion above it. I looked up and was frozen with fear, with terror. With something. There was so many emotions going through my body. I gently placed Clover down on the soft padding of the carpet. I cut the room Michael was hanging from. I held his lifeless body in my arms. I shook with tears going down my face.

I shook him trying to get his body to warm up. To breath to fo something! He cried out loud. "MICHAEL! PLEASE NO. NONONONO!" I screamed. Clover came over and gently placed her handes on his cold face. She gently pappes his cheek seeing if he would wake up. He didn't. His body laid limp in my lap. Soon the fire department came along with others. I held onto Clover tightly as we watched he body be taken away.
I gently placed a hand over my stomach rubbing it.

'I'm so sorry baby...' He thought.