This is a short story (it'll probably be three or four chapters in total) inspired by The Sweet Serenade's song 'Die Young'.

This is just about how sometimes situations can be read wrong- how feelings aren't mutual between lovers. (And how having your heart broken sucks when you think that you've found someone that makes you happy...)

I hope you all like it- please review let me know what you think, if you can relate.

Disclaimer: I own zilch.

Reading Broken Lines

(Prologue)

The first time they had shared a bed they had both labelled their actions as two different things, they had claimed two different reasons for their being there.

They had both held the definitions close to their hearts- the differences between sex and making love had not been spoken.

And perhaps therein the problems lay.

The night had been as irresistible as the wine as they strolled back to her house- the daze and weightlessness settling in like fog. The touch of her hand as they reached the door said a million and one things. And he knew that he wasn't going to be the one to let this chance go- the one to walk away from all the things he had conjured up in his imagination.

He followed her like a cloud speaking of future storms to her bedroom- he watched her undress like rain fall and offer herself to him.

The sparkle in her dark eyes, the pink flush on her cheeks and her gloss cover lips parted had all been so erotic. It was as if they were in a heat wave in that room. It was like the temperature was getting under their skin, provoking their actions.

In that moment every dream, every fantasy, every dirty little thought that had ever lingered in his mind became reality.

It was real. She was there. She was breathing in his ear, muttering things that he never would have envisaged her saying. And the things they did were more overwhelming than he had ever believed they could be.

But that was only the first time.

If only in that moment they had both realised just what they were doing.

If only in that moment they had both seen what they had created.

And if only they had known how it would all end.