Asher

(Your name is Asher, you’re the one with the blonde hair) 7 months, 7 months since he joined the army.. 7 months since he ruined your life. You were going through a deep depression already, but then, your husband, max, left for the army. You pleaded for him not to, you couldn’t live without him e.c.t. But he didn’t listen. You don’t blame him, Of course. He didn’t know what you were going through.. he was only following his dreams, you could never blame him for that. But, after the police opened the door, announcing max’s death, you couldn’t take it anymore, after many failed attempts, lots of self harm, and sleepless nights, you hit rock bottom. But, how will you react when your 'dead husband arrives at the door, bloody, with multiple broken bones and wounds and looking like a skeleton.