I sat down to process everything. Was this how our story was supposed to end? I had so many questions in my mind, the first being what the hell was the truck driver doing on the wrong lane? I blamed it all on him, though according to Cathy, Rose was the one on the wrong lane, and that the truck driver had died on the spot while Rose was lucky enough to be carried out by onlookers before the vehicles exploded.

Three weeks later Rose woke up and she wanted to see me. I was happy to be the first she wanted to see, because it meant there was still a chance for us being together.

“I left because…”

“Let’s not talk about that,” I cut her. I just wanted to know how she was and start planning for our future together.

“Let me speak” she said and smiled, “ I wanted to give our baby a stability which we never had, I didn’t want to bring a life into this world and risk it living a life were his or her parents were on and off”

“You are…”

“I miscarried because of the accident.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you would say, this time it will be different, that we wouldn’t separate again”

She was right that’s what I would have told her, heck! That’s what I believed, this time I wanted her without any breaks, and if she told me about the baby, I would have tried extra hard to be together as a family.

“When you’re out, please come home” I said then kissed her hand. As much as I wanted to explain to her why telling me would have been a better idea than running off and ending up in an accident, I wanted her to get better and come home even more.

“I love you” she said and smiled. The doctor walked in and told me to leave so that he could examine her.

I was very happy to know that she loved me, and even happier to know that she did not loss any limb from the accident, she was perfectly fine and in due time, she would start walking and functioning properly. The accident did not interfere with her ability to carry a child, so there was hope that after this, we would start a family and finally be stable.

Minutes later, the doctor left Rose’s ward and called her mom, he said Rose wanted to speak to her. I did not get why she had to call people over one by one and I wasn’t trying to find out why. I just sat outside waiting for my turn to come again. All I wanted was to be with my wife, have her in my arms and never let go.

“Doctor!” Rose’s mom screamed, I run to the ward as if I was the one she called, for some reason Rose was sleeping. I did not understand why her mom was shouting, or I didn’t want to know why. The doctor rushed in and told us to leave. Minutes later, he came out with his face hanging low.

“I’m sorry” he said like a professional, obviously he had done this before and knew how to deliver such news. I rushed into the ward before he finished explaining, he was right, my Rose was lifeless. I could not feel her warm hands, her soft heartbeat was gone. I lost her, and this time for good.