The room was spinning, I couldn't breath, the lights from the DJ booth continued to circle the room and no one dared to move. All eyes were focused on the scene evolving on the small stage between the couple and I was praying this was a horrible dream.
I focused on the man, if I could call him that, he was down on one knee and holding an opened box with a ring inside, he was holding it to her looking at her with that grin. Everyone else thought he was being romantic, that he was being a typical boyfriend just making the next step but I knew different, I knew the look on his face and I knew what he was thinking, this was not about being romantic he was claiming his property.
I finally took a breath and I slowly drew my gaze away from him and looked at her, the woman I loved and who I couldn't have. I can still see the marks on her arms, they had faded but I
remembered seeing them fresh a week ago and the image just wouldn't leave. I wanted more time.
She wasn't looking at him anymore she was staring into my eyes and time stopped, I pleaded silently to her through my gaze, begging her, please, no! I felt a hand grip mine trying to calm me, it was Angela our mutual friend and she knew everything. She was looking to the floor and I knew it was because she couldn't watch anymore.
I looked to her once more and I wished I hadn't, there was an apology in her stare and she gasped, choking back a sob. Others would of thought it was her surprise and excitement but I knew it was desperation and sadness.
I watched her turn back to her partner and my heart sank. "Yes"
I had ran out of time to save her, to save my Bella.
