True Love is sacrifice-Chapter 3

It pained me so much to simply drive away from the man I loved, but I knew it had to be done. I alighted from my car and walked toward a familiar house-mine. It didn't even seem like my house anymore because a home is a place you go back to, a place where you belong and I didn't belong anyway. My ice cold, trembling hands fumbled with the keys until I finally got the door opened.

"Zamboni's your favorite part?" "No, coming here with you after the game was my favorite part" I cringe at the memory and make my way inside the house. My mind keeps going back to Vaughn, back to all the times we had. God, I miss him so much. I miss the times where I had the right to kiss him and touch him. I miss the times where I could just spend and eternity looking at his loving eyes. I head aimlessly toward the shower and the second my eyes cast a glance at the tub, another memory is triggered. Having the warmth and softness of Vaughn's hand caress my face as I lay in the tub was one of the best feelings in the world. I was so upset after what I had seen that day but Vaughn's touch seemed to wash all the pain away. I didn't have that luxury anymore. When I stared blankly into the mirror, I couldn't even recognize my own reflection anymore. I hadn't eaten in three days, I had sunken, bloodshot eyes, surrounded by dark circles and a battered body to go along with it. I dint care. I would have rather been dead.

I slipped into the sheets of my bed and turned to the left only to feel the chill of an empty space. Once again memories were sparked. I remembered the first morning we woke up together, where I just spent forever, simply staring at him fast asleep. Marveling at the way the sun beckoned through his tousled brown hair, and cast a radiant glow on his gorgeous face. I thought about the time where he simply held me in his comforting arms after Emily died, kissing my tears away. Tears once again dripped down like diamond beads from my eyes and the warmth of my blanket provided no comfort to my stone cold heart.

My flow of painful thoughts was broken by the sound of the wailing phone. I cautiously reached out and lifter the receiver to my ear. "Syd?" My heart stopped as I recognized that soothing voice. I had no control over the sobs that were to come. I finally broke the silence. "Vaughn... I've had enough…I can't take this anymore." I placed the receiver down and pulled out the phone cord. I reached for the sleeping pills and started popping a few just so I could sleep in peace. But being in the emotional state I was in, I dint even realize how many I had taken. The last thing I heard before darkness claimed me was the furious banging at the door. I knew I was dying and it didn't matter anymore.