He Was Always Mine

Prologue: Summer

I lay in my bed, the only source of light coming from the moon filtering through the curtains. Other than the sound of rain happening outside my window, it's silent. But the silence is broken by the distant sound of a car engine revving, growing louder and closer until I recognize it as his car. The familiar roar of the engine doesn't surprise me - he loves driving fast. But suddenly, there is a loud crash that shakes me out of my drowsy state. I jump out of bed and rush to my bedroom window, heart racing with worry for him.

My eyes scan the street below and land on his car, demolished against a light pole. His hands are still gripping the steering wheel but he's motionless, surrounded by inflated airbags. I strain to see his face through the fogged windows, knowing he must be either scared or in shock.

But then my gaze falls to the ground in front of his car and my heart stops. My eyes widen in horror as I see her body lying there, a still and lifeless figure surrounded by a pool of dark crimson blood. Her head is turned at an unnatural angle, and I can't tell if she's unconscious or dead. As I take in the scene, I notice the shattered front window of the car, evidence of the impact she made when she was thrown against it. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut - it was all her fault that he crashed. She had convinced him to drive tonight when he should have been with me, and now...now she may have cost him his life. Hot tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I struggle to process the guilt and anger coursing through my veins. How could she be so selfish? So reckless with both of their lives?

As I stand there in a state of shock, my mind spirals into a dark abyss of haunting possibilities. Did she lean in, unbuckling her seatbelt in a delusional attempt to be closer to him? Was it her desperate embrace that caused the car to steer off the road, causing them both into a horrific fate? Or perhaps in a fit of rage, she reached out and gripped his face, determined to make him feel the pain she was feeling. The thought of either scenario sends waves of nausea crashing over me. Because he was never truly hers, he was always mine. But now, due to this one reckless decision, he will never belong to anyone again.A deep sense of rage and sadness stirs within me, threatening to destroy everything in its path. How could he have been so careless? Why did he break up with her in a car? Why didn't he stay with me like I asked? My heart feels empty as I stare at the twisted metal wreckage before me, knowing that our love story has ended in tragedy before it even began.