Some say love is a many splendored thing, and that it lifts you up where you belong. Others say that love is a chemical reaction, and that it lasts only as long as one's biological clock for reproduction ticks and their suitability as a mate keeps up with life. I, for one, think that love is a complex fabrication made up so one person can get whatever they want from another person. The way that Gold paraded around, contemplating how he should tell Crystal he loved her in those drunken slurs of his, quite frankly it disgusted me. I had to protect her from that filth… a good guy, for sure, but filth all the same.
After doing some research on the art of romanticism and the like, I had approached her with my best smile and a lovely bouquet of flowers – and needless to say she was more than just a little pleased. We chatted, had a most pleasant evening… and then she started to talk about ihim/i and I became more horrified then than I have ever been before. Crystal i'loved'/i him and I knew that I had to do my best to change the situation in my – her – favour.
The process was long, strenuous, and not very eventful but I knew that I had to do what was best for the both of us. Not only would she be safer from somebody like ihim/i but I would also look good because everybody knew me (or thought of me, at least) as the guy who would never get out and find love in the world.
When the moment had finally arrived, it was certainly a wondrous thing. Crystal accepted the proposal with tears, a hug, and a promise to remain by my side no matter what the circumstances… and then I see him. He's coming up with a look of determination, his eyes on fire with it and in his hands is a box… a small box… and I knew I had done what I needed to do at just the right time.
By then, Crys had gone into her house, and I had stayed outside to stop him. A lit cigarette was in my hand, but I had yet to pull any drags. Gold apprehended me with a curious look and I couldn't hide my sneer easily. He backed off a bit, and I was surprised to notice he was actually sober. "What… what are you doin' here, Silver? You… you never visit Crys." I regarded him coolly… and that was when I took the first pull.
As he continued to stare at me with those eyes of his, I saw the realization suddenly dawn… but I decided to say it aloud for there was no reason to elude him to the truth. "While you have been out in the bars drinking your life away, I have been here with her. When she needed you most I was in your place, tending to the wounds that you have caused… and because of that, in the end, iI/i am the one to whom she is married." My face then cracked into a sneer as my rival fell to his knees in complete distraught. I had taken his joy, his reason... his lover.
Ever since then, he has been all but a husk of his former self. I see him lurking around from time to time, trying to catch a glimpse of a life he could have easily lead and I can't help but place my chair in front of the window so he knows who the man of ihis/i woman is. I still have my doubts concerning Crystal, however. She seems… depressed, not quite herself. I can hear her talking to herself, and it eventually leads to heart-wrenching sobs until she finally shuts up and falls asleep.
Well, it's her fault for falling in love in the first place.