Love Is Lost to Easily

He never knew how much he would miss her until it was too late. The fateful day occurred out of nowhere. The love of his life was gone in the matter of five minutes. Everything was a mistake, one mistake that had permanent consequences. Nothing could be changed, and he had to embrace the outcome as much as it devastated him.

Sarah always told him that he should quit. The habit, the pure addiction, was much too strong though. He could never come out ahead. Every time he thought he could give it up for her, the temptation overwhelmed him. Just one more injection, that was all he needed. That's what he thought at least. His habit built up to where he would inject himself with the poison at least six times a day, sometimes more. The adrenaline racing through his veins was the satisfaction he wanted, he didn't need it.

He thought he could keep Sarah for the rest of his life, he never thought that drugs would leave him with absolutely nothing. Sarah also believed that she would have the perfect life, the life any woman would dream of. That was before she knew about Darren's habit.

One day, he walked into his bathroom, freshly injected with the drugs. He noticed that in his medicine cabinet, a bottle of prescription pills were missing. Frantically searching the bathroom, floor, and bedroom, he placed himself on the bed. Slipping one hand underneath his pillow he heard a small crunch and pulled out a small piece of paper. He scanned the front, figuring out it was addressed to him. Slowly he unfolded it, only to read a horrifying note. As he read it, a tear manger to slip from his face and trickle down his cheek. Making sure he was correct, he read the paper out loud.

"Darren,

I want you to know how much I love you. I could not stand to see you in pain any longer. It kills me to see the scars on your body where you inject yourself with the toxins. I couldn't help but do this. It is for the best that I am gone. What is love if you can not spend it for the rest of your life with your one true soul mate? I have been waiting for the day when I would come home and find you slumped over on the couch, the blue tint to your skin, the whites of your eyes visible. I don't know how I could live with myself knowing I didn't stop you from doing this to yourself. Coming home and finding you dead would be much worse than the pain of me being gone. I took the pills. Seeing you like that one more day was going to kill me. I am so sorry to put you through this, but it's all I could do. I love you forever and always babe, never forget that.

Love,

Sarah. "

He slid the note deeper and deeper into his pocket. This couldn't have happened. She didn't do it, did she? How could he live with himself? She wasn't the one who was supposed to leave, he was. He had to find her, there was no other option. This was a dream, none of it was true. Darren fled down the stairs, heading to the kitchen. There she was. She lay on her side, pills scattered on the tile floor, lifeless. Her body lay perfectly still, no sign of breath. His world was crashing down, every happy memory of them passing through his mind.

He ran and picked her up in his arms, a chill radiating from her body. She was gone. Tears streaking his face, he called 9-1-1 and told them what happened. The ambulance arrived in ten minutes, but there was no hope. Sarah was gone and it was all his fault. He couldn't go on. How would he explain this to both families? The tragedy would kill him as well. He leaned against the railing of the porch as they took her body away, tears slipping down his face one after another. He slid down the rail, his shirt riding up as he hit the porch. None of this could be happening. Was Sarah really gone? He smashed his fist onto the porch, splintering his knuckles, but that was no pain to the amount he would feel now and in the near future. Sarah was gone and he could never get her back. That pain would last a lifetime.