Heart pumping, breath shaking, palms sweating and chest hurting. While I'm staring into the face of my worst nightmare, the impossible becoming possible, the inevitable becoming....well....realistic. I see the passion, lust and adrenaline running through their veins as his chiseled arms slowly caress the hour glass body of this women. As they stare into each other's eyes with such emotion that they haven't even noticed my quiet sobbing and panic attacking motions. My hand firmly across my mouth trying to stop myself from becoming a huge waterfall of pain. Their bodies pressed closely together against a lounge chair that him and I had picked out together. In amongst their lustful moments the mystery women lushes her long dark eyes lashes up and sticks daggers into my soul, she quickly pushes against his chest to push him off of her and covers up her naked body, not once did she take her eyes off of me. He looks at her puzzled and confused. Her eyes switch from me to him then back to me, as If telling him I were here. I can't imagine what he would've thought when he looked over to see me crying hysterically in the doorway. His first words were 'oh shit' while placing his hands on the back of his head linking together as they met. A thousand words came to my mind at that time but the only thing that my body knew to do... was run away. Down three flights of stairs, stumbling and sloppily tripping over myself, I look up the stairwell to expect him to be hurrying down with a shirt around his neck struggling to get it on and pants at his ankles as he rushes down to catch me, but there's no one.... no one is behind me.
