This Chapater's Muse : Hesitate- Stone Sour
A sigh passed through the dimly lit room as another tear found it's way to the stone floor. It was one thing to be defeated by an opponent in battle, but another to be so badly wounded by the one you loved. He had done everything she asked of him and then some. She asked him to take her brother. She wanted him to be her imposing adversary that could not be shaken. He gave it all to her and when he confessed his feelings for her. She shattered them just like his Escher room.
Embers in the hearth crackled as the logs re-settled into place. He sat there with his head in his hands as he contemplated where he went wrong. Maybe he had over done it with the Cleaners. Maybe he hadn't put enough effort into the ballroom. It had been short notice after all. There was no one thing that he could pick out that could have driven her away.
As he thought back on their last meeting, he could see it in her eyes. That small hesitation right before she said the words that would take her away from him. It had given him hope. Hope that she would see what he was offering and how truly grand it was. He watched as her resolve had slowly strengthened. As the determination crept into her eyes just before she said those dreadful words that took her from him.
Shaky hands reached for the crystal orb at his feet. Picking it up from where it had fallen. He gazed at the sight it held within it. The sleeping face of the one he loved and held so dear to his heart. Gently stroking the orb as he remembered how it had felt to hold her in his arms as they danced. How fragile she had felt there, but at the same time how right it had felt to have her near him. Another tear slide down his face as he placed a kiss to the orb before letting it disappear.
He shouldn't need her this much. He shouldn't long for her like he did while these painful feelings tore at his chest. The same painful feelings that she had placed there. Sucking in a breath as if he was drowning, he slummped back against the chair he sat in and stared at the ceiling. Running a hand through his disarry hair, he tried to relax, ease his breathing and end the useless tears that streamed down his face. Tomorrow, he promised himself, would be a new day. A new day without her and that wonderful warming love. But for tonight, he would morn her and the lose of it all.