And me? I got nothing.
The sun was shadowy. The rays seemed to be tired that day, barely trying to break through the thick clouds painted over the sky. The pain was strong that day. It was eating away at me more than it ever really had.
I missed him.
My spirit was swept away with the wind the day he walked out.
"Kris . . ."
His eyes said it all. The look of love that he gave me the day before I lost him was so unknown to me then. I was taken aback. When I felt his embrace my heart melted and the air around us was still. He whispered to me. I felt his lips on my ear. I didn't want this flame to leave, not after it had gone for so long. I loved him. But I had betrayed him.
His had slipped from mine.
"I have to go. Don't come after me . . . Traci, I love you. Goodbye."
No . . .
The sirens rang in my ears. I knew who they were after. Deep down, I knew that he deserved it. The tears streamed down my cheeks, shimmering in the police car's blue and red lights. I couldn't help it. Everything was happening too fast . . .
Kris beat me. I remember those blows. I remember my blood inching down my cheek from the corner of my mouth. I remember my friends' concerned looks.
"What happened, Trae? Traci? We're here for you, what happened?"
"Trae, you're crying . . ."
I still feel that I love him, even though the memories are still too fresh. I remember his kiss, his embrace, and his blood. He stood by me until he slipped away. Now he walks alone on a dark path.
But did he not deserve it?
It tore me apart. I cracked.
Why did I feel love for the one who caused me to become prey? He tortured me, and then apologized. I saw in his eyes that he was not sincere. I knew that this would have to end.
I called 911. I didn't want to but I did. I called them . . . I called them.
They came after him.
And now the sirens haunt me, reminding me of his deeds. Why they were after him . . . I knew that I would never feel his love again. Never see him again.
Because his prey ran.