Our first anniversary

I came home to the sound of the smoke alarm and the smell of burnt food and I swore that if you burnt down my kitchen I would kill you even though it's our anniversary. When I came into the kitchen you stood there sheepishly surrounded by smoke from the inedible food and what seemed to be many pots and pans, you broke the silence with, "Happy anniversary? I'm sorry about the mess." which was said with uncertainty. I was originally angry but when I saw how much effort you put in I appreciated it and stopped being mad.

I told you that it was ok and to not worry about it and that we could eat something else instead. You told me to stay at home and that you would go out to get our favourite takeaway food to eat on a night in (it's pizza btw, a classic dinner choice).

We did our classic goodbye routine of, "I love you and more importantly don't die ok." Yeah I know, it's very romantic, isn't it? While you were gone, I cleaned up the mess you had left behind. By the time I was done, it had been almost three hours since you'd left. I got worried as the takeout shop was only a ten-minute walk away! I tried calling you but you wouldn't pick up.

Later there was a knock on the door. There were 2 police officers, neither of them would look me in the eyes. That was when they told me what had happened... My heart felt like it was ripped from my chest and-and it was all too much. I couldn't breathe...

Because that was when I found out you were dead.