But We Fell Too Fast

Prologue:

I woke up to the bright of the morning sun and looked out the large windows that seemed to take all the light in the world and force it into large rectangles to shine directly onto my face. The sun was just rising. The horizon was a painting of pink and orange water colors and the sun seemed as though someone had dropped it into view, allowing it to break and spill over the rest of the colors, mixing it all into one beautiful and jumbled mess. I looked down at the beautiful woman beside me, the woman I had loved all my life yet never had the guts to tell her, even now as she was lying in my bed she didn't know. The irony was massive, that I had always encouraged to dream gigantically and always fight for the one you love, and never had the courage to take my own advice. No, I loved her more than anything, but I was her best friend.

The liquid sunlight poured onto her face, making her skin glow, as if she was some kind of beautiful angel. I had never seen a woman so beautiful, and silently wondered how God could design such a perfect being. There were no lines upon her face, and in her deep sleep she looked more calm than I had ever seen her in her life. Her rosey cheeks were bright and alive, and slightly smushed onto the pillow, an unattractive look for most people, but on her, just as everything always was, it looked perfect. Her red lips had a small smile played out on them and I wondered vaguely what she was dreaming of, obviously something good. Her shoulders moved up and down slowly as she breathed in and out; this was complete bliss. I allowed myself to reach out and brush her face with my rough and calloused hand, made by years of too much emotion between me and my music. I felt her soft and light hair against my fingers, then touched her warm cheek. I swear there was electricity there, something that made me feel as though I had just been shocked by some bolt of lightning, but it was warming rather than burning. At my touch her lip twitched slightly and I smiled. Slowly, her eyes opened up, revealing deep and dark brown puddles that sparkled in the deliquesant sunlight and stood out against her pale and perfect skin. The corner of her lip turned up into a small crooked smile and she whispered in the most adorable sleepy voice, causing my heart to flutter slightly and my stomach to drop,

"Well, good morning, Jerry." Something I usually hated, but I let it slide because I couldn't resist her tired and raspy giggle that followed her statement. I grinned widely in response.

Little did I know that would begin the worst day of my entire life.