Chapter 2: My Regret.

For quite a while now, I've been with my husband, Justin Newman. I finally think I've found the one. He's understanding, supportive and never complains when I come home in a bad mood, which would be, always.

I guess you could say he's therapeutic in a way. Calming me down is probably the hardest thing anyone could ever attempt to do!

I also HAVE to say, he's the most beautiful man I have seen in my 25 years on this earth. From his messy yet neat hair down to the small brown freckles peppered across his cheeks. Quite small and if you weren't close enough (nose to nose) you probably wouldn't notice…

I'm being sidetracked.

I haven't really talked about what he does for a living. Let's just say, I married a brain surgeon. I know, it's a cliché…

He's VERY good at his job, some say he has the 'HEALING TOUCH".

I think they're over-reacting.

I have no doubts that he made some enemies in his line of work, some people not satisfied with the work. At all.

I have always wondered what goes through his mind when a patient flat-lines. I would panic and probably black-out on the spot because of the small fact that I can't use a defibrillator. Oh well.

I always remember one guy. I'll take what I did to my grave.

His name was Klavier. Never caught his second name, which made it worse.

This was way before Justin proposed to me but he and I were still dating.

Klavier was to be one of Justin's patients and Justin was getting increasingly nervous about operating on the 'rock star'. He looked like a glimmorous fop to me.

I remember our first meeting, in the hospital corridor. I was walking towards the elevator and he just happened to come out of his room, dressed in the flimsy hospital overalls.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" he said to me, grinning. His teeth sparkled in the late afternoon sun that managed to split through the dense trees that surrounded the hospital.

"Hey! My head is up here!" I snapped, playfully.

I deeply regret what happened.

A few days later, Justin proposed. I remember hesitating before saying yes. His eyes were so full of hope and love, I COULDN'T say no!

We celebrated and I didn't think about Klavier all through the night I stayed at the apartment, but the next morning, I was woken up by my phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"you never came last night. I waited 'till three in the morning, Leah. Where the hell were you?"

"Oh…I…forgot?"

"Is there someone else?"

"…yes. I'm getting married, Klavier. I'm so sorry, I…"

"Well, that'll make it more interesting, won't it?"

I was so scared he was going to let it slip when I told him who it was I was getting married to.

"My surgeon??" he cried. He laughed maniacally. I have to admit, I was freaked!

A couple of days later, he underwent surgery.

He had had a brain tumour, they had planned to remove it. They couldn't.

"What do you mean it's too deep? In my brain? Is I spreading? How long do I have left? What am I going to do about my tour next year? Oh God, I can't believe this…" Klavier said exclaimed. Not a good time to break up with him then…

I had to, I knew I had to break up with him, but hearing that news, I just couldn't. I couldn't break his heart anymore. But I had to…I had to!!

It ended up, I did.

He didn't take it well though.

Smashing everything in sight he yelled at me and threw himself onto the

sofa, bed, everything. I ran. Back home, back to Justin.