Chapter 1
I stood beside the open coffin, looking at the face of the man I had been married to. Our marriage had taken place months ago in this same chruch and now I was back here, this time with him lying stiff and cold.
But, I wasn't the young widow you would expect. In fact, I was very far from it. I watched the coffin with a raised brow and clear eyes, with no traces of tears in my eyes.
It had been an arranged marriage back then. None of us liked each other, or even wanted to give each other a chance. We ignore each other at home, and when I mistakenly crossed his path, he made sure I never did it again.
I remembered the first time we went out together before the marriage, and we ordered food at a French restaurant. I was eating, since none of us felt like saying anything to the other, we had completely given our food all the attention. Until he suddenly stood and asked for the bill.
The waiter came with the bill and he paid it, then looked up at me.
"Finish your meal and go back home." He said and started to walk away.
He didn't go too far when I suddenly blurted out, "I like science," I said.
It was true. The entire concept intrigued me, and even though I hated this just as much as he did, I wanted to at least not be stuck with an enemy for the rest of my life.
I thought it would be nice. His late father was a renowned scientist who I never met since he apparently died before the arrangement, and I thought it would feel nice to know his wife to be was interested in it too.
"That just makes you even worse," He answered to my surprise. By the time I turned, he had already made it out the door.
That was when I knew that it was all hopeless. Trying to get close to him was hopeless. The very thing I didn't want to be bound to was what he wanted to bind me to and I had no objections.
Now he was dead from an accident on a rainy night. I had been surprised that my young, merely 25 years old, healthy husband was suddenly dead, but the sadness was the part that I failed in. I just couldn't muster any of it, it was almost like hearing that a complete stranger was dead. Except the complete stranger this time was my husband.
After the wake, I left the church, my fatigue getting the best of me. I walked away, knowing that the house would be empty. Almost the same way it had been even while he was around. Empty. loveless. Dark. It wouldn't be too hard to handle.
I got home and changed fron the black attire to a light night gown, and lay in bed, my palm supporting my head. The lustre of the mansion did nothing to make it habitable, and it was when I lay in bed that night, that the tears fell down in torrents.
Hi Harmeen
I just finished reading your story Through The Threads of Time and I loved it so much. Your writing is amazing and I kept thinking how cool it would look as a comic
I really loved the opening when the young widow stands beside her husband’s coffin in that silent church and her calm raised brow cuts through the expected grief. That stark contrast between ceremony and emotional distance would translate into a striking splash page
I also loved the moment when she meets her late husband before their arranged marriage and tells him you don’t look like someone who has a long time to live. Portraying his sad searching gaze against the surreal backdrop of time reversed would bring powerful emotion to sequential panels
I’m a commissioned artist and I’d love to draw your story into a comic manga. No pressure though I just think your work would look awesome in comic form
You can check out some of my recent work on my DeviantArt username Ev3Verse. If you’re interested please message me on Discord username bennett_lol so we can bring the story to life visually. I’ll be waiting to hear from you
Regards
Bennett.