Prolouge: Foolish Games
Well, in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees.
And these foolish games
are tearing me apart.
And your thoughtless words
are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart
He sat in the corner of the room, surrounded by darkness. Not caring to see the light. A broken bottle of wine in his hands. He had strewn himself into the corner the moment he had stumbled through the door, not caring who was there to see. He knew there was no one there anyway. His eyes were closed, not from unconciousness, but so he wouldn't see the harsh reality that was tumbling out before his eyes. He sat there, numb from the bottle of wine he had consumed.
He was curled up on the dark wooden floor, rocking back and forth. Hoping that maybe he would wake up from this nightmare, wake up and everything would go back to normal. He clutched at his chest as he breathed in watching the moonlight wash across the floor and make their way to him. The pain in his chest only grew before he fell asleep.
Eventually, his tired grey eyes opened to the light of the sun rising up through the pink sky. As he raised himself from the floor he dropped the wine bottle with a smash. He stumbled over to the window, trying to hold himself up on the corner of the table that was placed in the middle of the room. He tripped then and caught himself on the window ledge. He stared out into the sun wondering how this could have happened; how his mind was now in the deepest tunnels of depression.
Then, without any warning, her face showed before his eyes and he crumpled to the floor in pain.