Follow me into Darkness
By Dana Keylits

A/N: I've had this idea for a break-up, then make-up, fic for a long time but couldn't think of how to write it until now. This story is a three-shot w/prologue and epilogue. It's going to hurt, but for those that know me, you know I am a shipper at heart! Keep that in mind as you read! If you are at all squeamish about angsty, angry, rough sex, then maybe you should pass on this one. Or, just pick it up when Chapter Two comes out. For the rest of you, I hope you like it! Mad thanks to Kristy, Liv, and CB!


Prologue

She sits at the desk in her tiny home office, staring at the blank screen on the computer, her fingers idly poised over the keyboard. The late afternoon sun spills in through her window, casting a spotlight on the dancing, swirling dust particles that waltz around the small room. She has just spent the best part of the afternoon trying to compose an email to him. She wants to pour her heart out, desperately wishes she could just tell him to come back, that it's all okay, that they'll figure it out and they can be together. But she can't find the words. She can't find the right words.

That's because there are no right words. There are no right words that will ever make up for the way they ended things. No right words that will ever heal them, will ever allow them to forget what was said that night, what was done, how they'd hurt each other. How they'd deeply, fundamentally hurt each other.

And, there are no right words that will allow her to accept what he's doing now.

And, with whom.

So, she sits, stares at the screen, and then reaches over to turn it off. Looking at it is killing her. She reaches behind her for the bottle of scotch, pours another glass and downs it. It doesn't erase the memory of that awful night, of the painful weeks that led up to that night, or of the agonizing weeks that followed. But it rounds the corners a bit, smoothes out the rough lines.

And, for now, that's enough.