We share many common interests such as books and music as well as movies and a same sense of humor. "Emmie" as I have always called her, has a wild si...e to her just like I do. We both love danger and dabbling in things that no one is supposed to do. So, naturally, we seemed to always get into trouble together. Now, it is common knowledge that Emmie has always had a crush on me. Well, more like an infatuation with me. She used to steal kisses from me and always hug me as a sign of affection.. Eric stood under the heavy stone archway at the entrance to the field, upon which a carved faun, Pan, god of fields, stared restlessly down at all who would enter. Dusting off his coat and leaning against the stone, he watched her from the shadowy gated area as she skipped back and forth, her little candles spread in shimmering circles about her. Their tiny flames seemed to mirror the stars above as she moved between them, tending to her garden of lights. He lingered patiently, his mind intent. "Oh, you don't believe that your wife, your children or your Grandchild would be better off if you were dead do you?" Clarence said a look of horror on his face."Ah!" I said, "you're right it'd probably be better if I was never born." Oh, you mustn't say..." Clarence started, then looking up, "say that's not a bad idea what do you think? Hmmm yeah alright, that ought to do it. Ok George, ya got your wish, you've never been born." At those words a huge wind blew the door open stirring everything. It was a full moon and our curtains were open. I could see pretty well. I rolled onto my back and looked up at my wife who was standing over me, her feet on either sides of my hips. "Are you ok?" I asked her."No." she responded."What's going on?" I am having a hard time getting over what happened. But yesterday I figured out how to fix this for me."Her hands went over and rested on her knees. She was wearing what she wore most nights, a long t-shirt that d****d to mid thigh. Her hands slowly.