After we woke up things were never the same. We may have looked like we still love each other. Don't get me wrong we still do. But in the inside there was a war going on. A war was brewing. We both knew that a war meant a persons life was going to be "lost."

A few days after, we started to act different towards each other. People may have seen love but all we saw was war. I slept on the couch in winter, cold and shivering. She still loved me and I loved her....

Don't look at me like that. I fucking swear. You're suppose to help, not show signs of sympathy and that you don't care. I'm pretty sure you do but, you're creepy as hell. If you stop looking like that I'll continue the damn story. Anyways;

It may have seemed that we were going through a preplanned divorce but we were just recovering from what we saw. The mirrors. And if I remembered the scene I just described was in one of those mirrors. The mirror was kind of by the back. By the one with the earthquake and the screams. Like it was one level away from turning into that horrendous thing.

Fast forward to one 1 week later when the storm stopped. We had heard that there was a funeral for these two married people. The guy already had his funeral when the girl was still alive. Then the girl died and her wish was too do it again with both of them. I know, so drastic.

They were both married for a long time. Both loved each other and in the photograph it looked exactly like something we did or would do. At that funeral when I was sitting down. I saw the clouds darken and people staring at me as if to mock me.

The funeral director was talking when all of a sudden they stopped. Then he pointed towards me. Everyone snapped there heads literally. There heads went a full 360 degrees. Then the director told me to come here.

My wife all of a sudden was crying. I started to walk. As I started to walk the floor beneath me started to crumble. Everything started to shake. I remember back when we saw the far back mirror something like this was happening. I heard screams from the floor. Echoes bouncing off. The cries of a million.

The floor started to go faster. And I started to run. The floor chased me. I was the predator but now I was the prey. I know realized that it seemed everything chased us in our relationship but we still made it.

The floor finally caught up to me and I fell through. To my disbelief I found myself in a confided space "buried alive," it was burning hot.