I just don't like stories about one lover dying and the one left behind falling in love with their brother or son or anyone that they were both close to before the death. I know it's mostly insecurity, but I just can't get past the whole "second choice" scenario. If it were me in a relationship like that I wouldn't be able go a single day without thinking "if so and so hadn't died, my lover wouldn't look at me twice." Having to live with that kind of pain on a daily basis, I find the characters more pitiful than anything else.
I just don't like stories about one lover dying and the one left behind falling in love with their brother or son or anyone that they were both close to before the death. I know it's mostly insecurity, but I just can't get past the whole "second choice" scenario. If it were me in a relationship like that I wouldn't be able go a single day without thinking "if so and so hadn't died, my lover wouldn't look at me twice." Having to live with that kind of pain on a daily basis, I find the characters more pitiful than anything else.