"Requiem" is by Mozart. Don't hate me for ending the story this way XD.

Requiem

My heart was broken and my soul was obliterated. I didn't see any way I could ever go on with my life at this point.

He had died so suddenly. We had discussed our time of death many times. Our deep fascination with death left us fantasizing over how we would go together, hand in hand, our lifeless bodies rotting together for all eternity. Our time was near, we were old now. We anticipated the day we would die together. Never would I have imagined he would go first.

I was alone, I was unprepared. For sixty years I lived with this man. His life was mine and my life was his. He had taken my life with him and I was nothing but an empty shell without him.

They had put him into the ground yesterday. He was gone. I would never see him again. I would never experience his sweet kisses, his arms around me, his incredible body as he loved me as hard as he could, or the way he looked at me like I was the most important being in the world to him. Just once I wanted to hear his smooth as silk voice whisper the words "Cara mia" into my ear one more time followed by a passionate kiss on the lips.

The day after the funeral, after another sleepless night alone in our bed, I sat beneath the altar at the church by our house. I didn't come here often. I wasn't a religious woman by any stretch. But something in my heart needed a reason. Why had my heart and soul been ripped away from me like this?

I looked up at the crucifix above me of the man so many people worshipped. They would do anything for him. They devoutly followed him out of love...or was it fear? Either way, I didn't love or fear him like so many others. At the moment I hated him.

"Why did you do this to me?" I said growing more angry by the second. "Why did you take away the most important thing in my life?!" I was shouting now, the hot tears streaming down my face. "We were supposed to die together! Why didn't you take me instead?!"

His dead wooden face looked at me silently. It was as if he was mocking me. It infuriated me even more.

I picked up the closest item, a chair, and I threw it at him with all of my deteriorating strength. There was a crack and a smash as the chair hit the floor. It had cracked the wooden face taking a piece of his nose with it. It didn't do enough to ease the agony in my heart. I collapsed to the floor and cried my heart out. "Gomez, my love, I miss you so much!"

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps behind me then arms wrapped around me. "It's going to be okay Morticia," Fester said gently. He had been trying to console me through my pain the past few days but nothing would ever be able to take away the absolute aching in my heart.

"No, it's not," I cried. "He was everything to me Fester. Everything. Why did he have to go? Why couldn't it have been me?!"

"Because he would have been in the same state you're in now," he replied sadly. It was true, Gomez had told me time and time again he couldn't live without me. His heart was my heart and his life was mine as well. If I had gone first, he would have been just as hurt. This was why we were supposed to die together.

"Come on, let's go home," Fester said. I slowly stood up and followed him out of the church. I looked back at the crucifix one more time with its broken nose. I'd spent my life with a deep fascination with death, but never would I have imagined it would be so cruel.

Our bed seemed cold without him. I hadn't been able to sleep for days but that night my body had finally given up on me.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in our home. There was nothing around me but a hazy grayness. It looked familiar. I'd never forgotten that car accident when I was a child and I had died briefly. Could this possibly be the same thing? For a moment I was almost thrilled at the thought that I had died in my sleep. Anything was better than living without my husband.

"Cara mia."

My heart nearly melted when I turned and saw him. "Gomez!" I ran over and jumped into his arms. He was exactly as I remembered him. He held me close to him and kissed me over and over as the tears streamed down my face. I couldn't possibly get enough of him. "Am I dead my love? Have I finally died so I can be with you again?"

"I'm afraid not my beautiful one."

It was like my world had been shattered once more. I then buried my face in his shoulder not having the strength to stay upright anymore. "I miss you so much!" I cried.

"I know querida," he said hugging me close to him. "This didn't quite go according to plan."

I looked into his eyes and ran my fingers across his cheek. "Were you in any pain darling? Was it agonizing?"

"Not at all. I'm disappointed," he said with his usual playful smirk.

"My darling, I don't know what to do. I can't go on like this. I can't go on without you."

"I know my love, we were supposed to be together always."

"I want to join you. What do I need to do?"

He placed his forehead on mine. "Querida, it's not your time yet."

My heart sank with disappointment. "Are you sure?"

"No Tish, the world still needs you. You have such a full life left to live."

"My life is nothing without you. You are my life darling. I've spent 60 years with you, I can't spend another second alone. The pain is...it's just too much to bear."

He looked into my eyes for a moment, the way he always did with such adoration and affection. "You can make it your time."

"I want to," I said eagerly.

"I want you to do whatever you want to do," he said seriously. "I want you to live your life to the fullest cara mia, I want you to be there for everyone who needs you. But the choice is yours."

I ran my fingers through his hair. "Mon amor."

He placed a deep passionate kiss on my lips. "Mmm Tish, your French drives me wild."

I could feel him starting to fade away from me. "Gomez, what's happening?"

"I'll see you soon Tish." He gave me one more kiss. "I love you."

"Gomez, no! Don't leave me again! Please!"

I sat by his gravestone the next night in the graveyard of our home that didn't even feel like a home anymore with him gone. I rested my head on his gravestone, running my fingers across the stone. Being here was the only thing that brought me any source of comfort these days.

He was buried right where he wanted to be, the empty space next to it was for me. It had been our plan all along. That spot wouldn't be empty much longer.

I looked once more at the piece of paper in my hand then folded it up. I had gone to see each of my children once more that day. I didn't tell them my plan, they would all have tried to talk me out of it. I had made up my mind. I was nothing without Gomez. I was merely a shell of my former self. Everything that I was had died along with him.

"Gomez, my love, I've thought about what you said. Now is my time. I know it. I'm nothing without you by my side mon cher. It's time for me to be with you again."

I picked up the knife I had brought with me. It was long, silver, and shone in the moonlight. It was his favorite. I had fantasized about death throughout my life. I had come up with countless scenarios of how I would die. In this moment, I was not afraid. I was ready. I wanted to be with my soulmate again.

The back door of the house opened. "Morticia!" Fester shouted. "No!"

It was too late to save me. I shoved the knife into my chest as gasped at the sharp penetration. I stared in shock at my hands which were now covered in my own blood and within a moment, I fell over.

Fester bent down and held me in his arms. Through my darkening vision I could see him sobbing. "What have you done?!"

I couldn't help but smile as the blood spurted from the wound and filled my mouth and the tears poured from my eyes. I wasn't in pain. I was too numb to feel pain. In fact I was almost giddy with joy. "I'm going to be with my husband again, Fester."

Everything went black.