Shattered Hearts

By princess-elli100

A/N: Hey everyone. I'd just like to say thanks for all of the awesome reviews. I had to do some research on pnemonia for the first story. I don't think I'll have to do that for this one. Well, this is Popuri's story; Enjoy.

WARNING! This chapter has a small morbid part. If the thought of blood makes you queasy, I suggest not reading.

Story Two: Broken Trust

If anyone thought they knew Gray like I did, they know that if you break his trust, you will not regain it. I unfortunately learned that that wasn't true; the hard way.

I remember before we were even married; I'd tell Ann, his little sister, how much I wished I had a brother like Gray. It sounds weird now, but then I didn't think of him like that. He was simply just a friend. I remember the look in Ann's blue eyes, the glint; she knew something that she was just dying to say. Now I finally realize what effect I had on him; some consider it for better, but I consider it for worse. I wish he just stayed the same. He didn't have to do that for me... he didn't. And he paid with his life.

Why does love make you do crazy things? Pfh... I admit to doing some crazy things when I was little, and had a schoolgirl crush on guys. Then I'd end up crushed after finding out they had three more little girlfriends; but hey, we were only ten!

I never should have pressured him. He loved me, and I took advantage of that. He'd do anything for me. Anything.

The way I'm explaining it now, I probably sound like a bad guy, but please don't see it like that. I loved Gray just as much as he loved me, and I wanted to see him happy.

It all started on the day Ann decided to teach me how to ride horses. It was a wondrous feeling; so exhilarating. I felt like I owned the world; and I wanted to share that feeling with Gray. I wanted him to feel the same rush he used to, before his accident.

At first he was so persistent to keep me off of them. After one ride, I was addicted. I eventually learned tricks he and Ann could never do. More dangerous, more exciting... I offered to teach him. He smiled as I helped him onto the saddle.

He was really nervous at first, thinking he forgot what he had learned. I assured him horseback riding was like riding a bike; once you learn, you never forget. I awed at the sight of him on the saddle. He looked so natural on it.

I smiled as he galloped around a bit, just to bring back some old memories. The longer he was on the horse, the more comfortable he became. Unfortunately, he became too comfortable.

"Gray, honey! Lets have a race," I suggested, not even thinking about it. He grinned and nodded. Although he smiled a lot more, he still didn't talk like you used to, before the accident.

Thewonderful feeling of the wind threw my hair and the lowering sun's heat on my bare face was the best feeling in the world. I almost fell backwards as the sound of Gray's scream pierced threw my ears. I pulled the horse to a halt, and turned it around, distinctively jumping off. I broke the heel off my shoes and hissed in pain. Unfortunately, that wasn't the pain that hurt the most. My eyes widened and tears froze in my eyes as I wobbled towards Gray, who was lying on the ground, his horse excitedly prancing around his body.

I knelt down and grabbed his head and placed it into my lap, cradling him. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His teeth were stained with blood. He was bleeding externally and internally. That's when I looked down at his stomach, which was no longer there. I had forgotten my instant instinct to throw up over the horrible sight of my husband grabbing what was left of his now exposed organs, trying to put pressure on the pain. A large lump formed in my throat as I quickly pulled off my large dress.

I slowly and gently picked up his body and wrapped my dress around his body. Usually I'd now be red with embarrassment tohave my undergarmentscompletely exposed to any eye around, but what I was most worried about was my husband. I opened my mouth, trying to let out a scream, but the lump in my throat made it impossible.

'I...can't leave him... but I must get help...' was my last thoughts before I passed out, right next to my lover.

Supposedly, about five minutes later, Ann had come out to put her horse inside for tomorrow it was supposed to rain, and the shrill shriek of her mortified voice had pulled me out of my sleep. I screamed as I realized my face ad hands were covered in blood; his blood.

During Gray's funeral, I stayed after everyone left to pray once again for Gray's soul. As I looked at his casket, I sighed. All of this because Gray had learned to trust again; too late for a happy ending.