Prologue.

Today is the start of a new chapter. Every new year is a new journey. Or at least that's what they say.

Positive bastards. Just because the clock strung midnight on the 31st doesn't mean you're going to forget everything that happened yesterday. Or maybe it's just me. I guess I hold a grudge however, I think it's quite impossible to forgive someone, who royally fucked up your life and even your humanity.

I was the other woman. I knew that from the start, I wish I could hate him. I wish he was one of those guys, but he's not. I chose to kiss him once and then again and again. I kept trying to convince myself, tonight would be the last time. I kept telling myself this would be the last time, I'd set foot in the bar where we met. But I kept going back, I kept falling into his arms. I kept falling further in love even though I convinced him that I knew exactly what was going on.

I watched him leave me in the middle of the night, time after time. As soon as that door slammed shut behind him, my room turned cold. It didn't take long for me to forget about the rest of the world. My days were spent between work and Stefan.

Every day was the same, yet incredibly special. I'd get back from the hospital. I'd quickly take a shower, put on one of my hundreds of little black dresses, because that's what Stefan liked. Sometimes I'd even forget to have dinner. I was in such a pathetic rush to see him. Stefan was my drug and I wasn't ashamed of it.

You may wonder why a sophisticated intelligent, independent cardiothoracic surgeon would let herself be used like this. Well folks, so do I.

Buckle up, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

Let me know if there is any interest in this story!