IMAGINE a world like that...

•come back home•

~in wich~

You are awarded a second chance after losing your wife nd kid, to make the right decision....
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A/n: Long chap ahead...it's also dramatic and has alot of crying in it, but hey, at least there's a happy ending...

Y/n pov

I sat there, in my kitchen feeling cold. I was waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, as I had already Cooked breakfast for three. "Breakfast is served!" I spoke Loudly, doing a horrible impression of Lumière with a giggle, i smiled because I was expecting a giggle at that, but instead I was met with silence. Sighing, I grabbed the hot coffee from the machine, pouring it into two cups.

"Add a little extra espresso and whipped cream because thats how you always made it bellissima" I mumbled sitting in my chair, reaching for the jug of fruit punch

"And some fruit punch for you munchkin" I said, pouring some fruit punch into into my 5 year old son's teenage mutant ninja turtle cup.

I ate my food in peace as I thought about what my life had become. Cleaning up everything once I was done. Today is an off day for me, and I hate it because it's my first off day in weeks. I use work as a distraction for my mind, so that I don't have to think about what it was like coming home to a full house, because now when I come home, it's empty.

I felt pain in my chest while I quickly poured some liquor in my cup, then sitting on the couch and opening Disney plus. I click on beauty and the beast immediately, remembering that it was ariana and Cairo's favorite. I smiled at Emma Watson as she was playing Belle, because Belle is my sons favorite character.

The silence was deafening, and I was begging for one of them to say something, even though I knew they wouldn't. Because they aren't here...I shook my head at the thought as my chest tightened. I Gulped down the rest of the liquid In my cup, wanting to forget.

I watched 6 of their favorite movies, and pretty soon I was half drunk, dying of laughter. I looked over to the empty spaces on my couch as I laughed, but I stopped laughing quickly when I once again realized that I was alone. I frowned to myself as I felt tears well in my eyes, but I shook my head, not wanting to relive any memories.

I stood up and walked upstairs, frowning as I looked at our family photos along the wall, feeling a wave of guilt.

"Please" I Whispered out, praying to God that this dreadful feeling would go away.

It's been a year since they've been gone... they left a day before my sons birthday...and it's all my fault. I should've done everything in my power to keep them happy, to keep them safe. I looked at the mug in my hand before throwing it against the wall, making it shatter

"Why!" I yelled, pausing "fuck, I'm so sorry" I sobbed out loudly, looking at the ceiling of my bedroom

"Damnit, I didn't mean to hurt you!" I cried, as heaps of tears streamed down my face

"Please! Come back! I'll do anything! Just come back home!" I cried out, sitting on the edge of my bed

"I'm so, so sorry" I sobbed out in a Whisper, looking over at ariana's side of the bed.

It was the exact same way she left it when we left that night. And I don't know how to handle it. Our friends, courtney, dion and Victoria, still keep in contact with me, but the rest of our friends think that everything is my fault, so they hate me...and rightfully so.