I watched the years go by, my life filled with immense joy as I watched my wife smile by my side. She was breathtaking. She was nothing less than my very life. Each time I had experienced her smile my life brightened a bit more, though the more I loved the more I feared. I was afraid she may get hurt and worse than that I feared she may pass away. This fear slowly grew into an ache in my chest that stabbed at my heart everyday. I do not know when or how this dreadful idea developed into my mind, but for years I had suppressed these thoughts. Though, the longer I restricted it the larger it grew and threatened to divulge. At length I had extensive certainty to believe she would slip from my fingertips at any moment in my life, this caused me panic and anxious many hours going by each day. There was not a time that the sun was down that I could not obsess over finding a way to keep her with me at each moment of each day. One particular night - the moon, a thin crescent in the sky forcing my surroundings to be dim and dull - a brilliant idea struck me, an idea so marvelous I sat in its splendor for many moments without a single reaction, wondering how I might have come to such an outmatched idea! Soon after I had realized that I needed to get this plan into action I sprung up out of bed and pulled my head out the window to gaze upon the moon, though small, gorgeous in its soft light and shape. I prayed out to the Gods, my heart racing with excitement that I may rid this apprehensive mindset from my thoughts. I prayed out loud and long until I heard the thunderous voice of the Gods responding to me. I started at the sudden voice, my body jumping back before I leaned far out the windowsill.
"My, Lords! I apologize for disturbing you, but I need to ask you for something..." After my speech the Gods had seemed quite thoroughly convinced and they agreed to go through with my plan, but I may not reverse the aftermath. I had felt overjoyed at the agreement, of course accepting this deal that normally would have been impossible to gain. That night I went to sleep, the anxiety from every other night completely melted away. That morning I had woken up and I saw the most amazing thing before me, I saw that the gods had smiled upon me. My wife stands before me, immortal. Well immortal in the sense that she cannot die, for she had been turned into marble. Standing before me like a marble statue of a Greek god she looked upon me. I felt my face shift into a smile, small and loving, though as she had many times before, that time she did not return it. I opened my lips to speak, though nothing came out, I had found there was no reason to speak, for she wouldn't hear me. This rock had recreated her beauty to the exact detail, I could even see every one of her hairs, yet I saw nothing of her anymore. Days went on and yet I could not deal with the fact that this was my wife, it began to tear away at my sanity as I watched her. I wanted nothing more than to hold her hand once more and it would hold me back. But then a thought came to me, her heart. That is her, it surely would still be there if she were marble or not. So day after day I began to carve away at her chest and each day I found myself not wanting to do anything but search for my Love once more. Finally it had come the day that there was a hole in her body right where her heart should have been and yet I hadn't found anything.
My wife was no more. My greed and fear had made me do the very thing I had wanted least in the world.
As I realized my foolish and dishonorable actions I instantly drove the tool into my own heart, for if I stole hers I should take my own as well. Slowly my body sunk down hers, blood streaking down her chest and dripping down her torso and legs. I had failed the only thing I loved and the least I could do for her now was rot here and hope my remains sprout flowers beneath her feet.