A searing pain coursed through my body as my gaze fell upon the happy couple. Envy clouded my troubled dark eyes. Breathing deeply, I fixed my gaze on the man. The smile on his face was enough to crush my attempt at an indifferent expression. There had been a time when that wondrous smile had been aimed at me.
I remember the details all too well. There were too many years of blissful memories for me to simply forget. I've never forgotten the way his eyes used to light up when he was around me. Those secret, adoring looks were, at one time, just for me. It's impossible to forget how amazing those years were.
I was his high school sweetheart. It was me he was supposed to pledge his eternal love to. And he did. He promised to love and care for me until the day he died. I believed him too. I even promised to him the same thing. The only difference is that I kept my promise.
All was great until that one day. Most relationships fall apart over time. My relationship seemed to fall apart in a matter of hours. When Sam Uley met my second cousin Emily Young, I was yesterday's news. All he left me with were shattered hopes and distant memories. Well, maybe they're distant to him, but not to me.
Everyone in the pack insists it's not his fault and that he 'feels guilty'. After all, you can't choose who you imprint on. But you know what? I don't care how unfair my beliefs might seem. They weren't the ones who had to feel the indescribable pain. They didn't have years of promises broken in an instant. I'm the one whose world was destroyed.5
Oh, and look, he gave her a flower. How cute. Before her, he'd done the same thing for me. I'm sure he's showering her with loving words and promises that he'll keep forever. Only for her, his words are true.
I think my life would be easier if I could forget about all of our history. Maybe the sight would become more bearable if I couldn't remember the taste of his lips that day he kissed me in the rain. If only I could just push each and every painful memory to the back of my mind and never think of them again.
There's my problem. I can't just forget. Now, as I watch them snuggle in the field of spring flowers, the hatred has left my eyes. Contrary to what the others think, I don't hate him. I never have and I never will.
Biting my lip, I can feel the salty tears silently stream down my cheeks. It's taking all of my self-control to not break down here. He may have forgotten about me, but I will never forget about him.
