There were points since the accident that Maggie wished that she could go numb like she had that night, that she could close up her heart to everyone and everything. It seemed the more she tried the more the wound tore open and left her bare and broken. The thought of taking her own life had been a passing thought, but just as soon as it hit her she felt a strong pull to something that gave her the strength to carry on. Carry on for what? There was nothing left for her but memories and the pain that came with them and she clung to it with everything she was. How did humans suffer the loss of their greatest love? A piece of themselves dies with them. Sometimes it goes with ease as the passing of time, other times it fights and struggles to keep relevant, and then there were those like Maggie who had it ripped away without so much of a warning.<br/><br/>Dark waves of chestnut and caramel hair fell down around her face as she placed her forehead against her knees and rocked back and forth to try to comfort herself. Feeling the cat nuzzle his face into her hand she peeked out from behind her hair at him. "I'm going crazy you know. All I need is like five more of you and I can be certified as a crazy cat lady." Stroking her hand along his back she gave him a few scritches under the chin before he started wandering towards the bedroom. "Hey, no not in there. Damn it.." Sighing softly Maggie wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of the sweater sleeve and gave a few sniffles before she slowly got to her feet. Feeling a bit woozy and weak from not eating and drinking wine Maggie kept her balance against the wall as she inched closer to the bedroom. "Here kitty kitty.." She made kissing noises and patted her leg as she got closer and closer and then she stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the music box.<br/><br/>"Jonathan Richard Flynn, so help me God if you are haunting me I am going to kill you!" Catching the last part of what she had said she burst into laughter. "How can I kill you if you are already dead? Yeah I know, but still we promised if one of us died and came back to haunt the other one we wouldn't scare the ever loving shit out of each other!" Reaching the frame of the door Maggie paused and peeked into the darkness of the room. "Yep, bat shit insane right here." Maggie always tried to make herself laugh when she was nervous or scared. She had been a riot when she went to get her wisdom teeth pulled before the wedding. Taking a deep breath in she took the first step she had taken into the room since that night and it felt just as cold and empty as it had when she woke up the next morning alone. Stepping over to the dresser she picked up the worn music box and plopped down on the edge of the bed without a second thought. "He found out the name of that song and we danced to it on our wedding day."