Point of View - Tara

I blew out the candles that were almost completely burnt down. Greg and I had gone back to work, as there wasn't anything left for us to do while Sara was in a coma.

How could he forget? I reminded him before shift. He said he'd drive home on his own after he wrapped up the last tidbit he had found, and that was five hours ago. I'm not worried, but I can't stand the thought that he picked his stupid job over me.

I was going to propose to him tonight...

I felt like he had betrayed me.

I threw away all the flowers, the burnt-out candles, and the ring.

I looked at the apartment, where I had just had 35 red roses and 35 white roses scattered around. It's a little known fact, but I had a degree in botany and a sincere love of plants. I also knew that red roses were a symbol for love, pink roses were a symbol for a crush, yellow roses were a symbol for friendship, and white roses were a symbol for family.

After tonight, we would've been on our way to being a family. I also saw the red and white petals in the trash. The same petals that I had laid in a trail leading up to the living room. I saw the burnt down burgundy and ivory candles in the trash too. And finally, I saw the platinum wedding band I had bought for him.

I told him that I had something amazing planned for tonight, and he had to get home right away. He promised he would.

I packed my things up as I glanced around the apartment, careful not to leave any trace of me left. I made sure that I wouldn't tell anyone at work which apartment building I was staying at, or rumors would fly, and he'd find me.

I looked at the calendar, remembering that today was the last day I was supposed to stay with him. My apartment was open again, but yesterday I sold it. I sold it because I figured I wouldn't need it anymore.

I figured we would live together, happy.

I slammed the car door furiously as I drove off to the apartment that I had bought just minutes earlier over the phone.

I walked into my new place and sighed. It was too empty. It only had a few pieces of my old furniture in it. I looked around it again.

I took a seat on the window seat and looked around at the night sky, wondering if Greg was worried about me.

Only then, when I was alone, did I start to cry. I wanted him to hold me, make it all better, tell me that work didn't matter. All I heard was the occasional car rolling by on the wet pavement, and pouring rain. It was picture-perfect.

Me, sitting on a window ledge at night, while I looked at the water run down the window pane. I could hear the sad love songs forming melodies in my head as I thought of him, alone, looking through his windows at the rain.

''Gimme Gimme Gimme a man after midnight,

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away,

Gimme Gimme Gimme a man after midnight,

Take me through the darkness till the break of the day...''