The words exchanged had torn them apart. There had not been an 'I hate you',
but it felt as if that's all that had been said. It all began over feelings
of betrayl. They both shed tears, but hers were more apparent. He held
them in through his anger and disbelief. Was he really yelling these
hurtful words at her? She was fearful, but not of him. The fear was that he
really believed the lie that had been placed in front of his face. It was a
lie. The evidence was so believeable even though it was false, a plot. She
had been framed. They wanted to take her away from him. Their plan were
beginning to work. If he hated her, she wouldn't work with him and if she
disappeared they thought he wouldn't care.
She had been trying to explain it to him, but he wouldn't hear it. It was as
if he wasn't himself. She was scared for her life now. If he didn't believe
her, she would have no one to help her and protect her. He was endangering
her now, and he knew that if she was telling the truth that he would never
forgive himself. He had been betrayed in this way before. It wasn't her who
had left him to help the others, but it had been his past lover. He made a
promise to himself after she had left him. He was never to love again. Years
later he found why she had left him and that promise he had made years
before was reinforced. This evidence in front of him was proof that the new
woman, his new lover, had done the same thing as his previous lover. He loved
her more than he thought ever possible, and he knew she loved him.
The door had slammed behind her as she ran out of his apartment. In the
elevator she fell to the ground crying. She had lost the man she loved
because of his hunt. The conspiricy was tearing them apart. She had dealt
with it for six years now and was willing to deal with it for the rest of
her life; for him. At this moment she hoped and prayed he knew that, and that
he would meet her at the bottom of the elevator with open arms. He wasn't
there but was still in his apartment looking at the evidence hoping to find
something wrong with it. Scanning it with his eyes he spotted it. The
mistake, the flaw, the one thing that would change his mind.
She exited the elevator hopefully looking for him, but he wasn't there.
Making her way out to the car she looking up into the night sky noticing the
cresent moon. He bolted out of his apartment and ran down the stairs
frantic. Sweat began to roll down his forehead. Jumping over the railing and
skipping steps he only thought of her and the mistake he had made. He was so
angry with himself now. How could he be so stupid as to think his one true
love would betray him in this way? She would never do anything to hurt him,
and she would certainly never leave his side for someone else's. Finally
reaching the main floor, he ran through the lobby before seeing her standing
there looking up at the sky. He slowed and walked outside. She turned after
hearing the door close. No words were exchanged. Only tears and cries.
Standing under the dark blue sky he pulled her to him and hugged her
tightly. Her tears wet his neck, as his wet her aburn hair. Angry words were
never to be exchanged again.