She felt numb. What was happening? Why was this happening to her? Bill did this. Bill lied. Bill took everything. She stared straight ahead out the window of Eric's Corvette but she didn't see anything. Eric tried to break the silence and turned on the radio. He dreaded the conversation that was about to take place. She wouldn't like any of it. He watched her from the corner of his eye. Her face was blank. It was as if the light that burned inside her had been switched off. The song changed and suddenly she moved. Her face turned to the radio and she stared at it as the music filled the car.

Say you're sorry
That face of an angel comes out
Just when you need it to.
As I pace back and forth
All this time cause
I honestly believed in you.
Holdin' on
The days drag on
Stupid girl I should have known, I should have known.

That I'm not a princess.
This ain't a fairytale.
I'm not the one you sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell.
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town.
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.
Now it's to late for you and your white horse to come around.

Maybe I was naÎve, got lost in your eyes,
and never really had a chance.
my mistake, I didn't know to be in love
you had to fight to have the upper hand
I had so many dreams about you and me.
Happy endings, well now I know...**

Every ounce of control she had clung to suddenly shattered into a million pieces. But there were no sobs, no gasping cries. She was motionless. She would never be the same, of that she was certain. Everything she thought she knew was meaningless. Every foolish dream was now a bitter reminder of her once trusting heart.

That I'm not a princess.
This ain't a fairytale.
I'm not the one you sweep off her feet,
lead her up the stairwell.
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town.
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.
Now it's too late for you and your white horse to come around.

And there you are on your knees.
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me.
Just like I always wanted but, I'm so sorry.

Cause I'm not your princess.
This ain't a fairytale.
I'm gonna find someone some day, who might actually treat me well.
This is a big world.
That was a small town, there in my rearview mirror disappearing now.
And it's too late for you and your white horse...
Its too late for you and your white horse to
catch me now.

Oh, Oh,Oh,
Try and catch me now ohh
Its too late
To catch me now

The song ended and Eric tried to decipher her expression. She hadn't moved. Only the involuntary rise and fall of her chest let him know she was still functioning. He gripped the steering wheel tighter when he saw her slowly blink her eyes. Large silent tears slid down her cheeks. The music changed and he quickly turned the radio off. She continued to stare at it, still unmoving. It was at that moment he knew. He would fight for this woman. He would defy all who ordered him to give her up. He would kill for her. Not only that, he would do everything in his power to mend her broken heart. Her spirit was damaged but repairable. He would make her this silent promise to see her mended.

**White Horse – Taylor Swift, Liz Rose