Disclaimer: *wails* I don't own anything but my story!!! I'm sorry!!!
A/N: This is a random story that popped into my head. I scribbled it down in 5 minutes. In other words: not my best.
She had never cried this hard.
Life had never been this rough, this mean... this painful.
Tears were running down her cheeks, like rivers forever flowing.
How could she ever forgive him?
Everything that he had once said, were lies. He'd never meant any of them. Every breath he'd taken was a deception to her heart, piercing it with such passion, such pain. But it went unnoticed.
She'd knew it had been to good to be true. Life was cruel. She was too trusting, too young, too naive. How could she have ever thought that this love was real and true.
She remembered everything thing he'd ever whispered into her ear, every kiss that was planted onto her pale cheek. She could almost feel his fingers looping her hair around his fingers... over and over again.
But now he was doing it to someone else.
The pain was great.
It was agony.
It was hell.
She was hurt, deeply.
She felt alone and desperate, her life shattered in pieces.
She was lost in the midst of reality. Lost, she'd never find her way back. She had loved and lost. She had been cheated and scarred. She'd been lied to and cheated.
She was ready to die.
What was there left to live for?
But she knew... oh how she knew.
There was someone in her future, someone who would love her with such passion that it would pain him to be apart from her, that he would cry every night just because she wasn't besides him.
She could feel it in her blood.
They were connected by a bond that ran so deep it was interlocked with every part of her. Her hair, her eyes, her neck, her lips... all were a part of him, as he was a part of her.
Carefully and slowly, she put the knife down.
She couldn't die. She had to stay alive...
For him.