Cruel Twisted Fate

prologue

       Elijah stood by the grave site staring down at the freshly packed dirt. To everyone else the day would have seemed bright and cheery but to him and everyone that had attended the funeral the day had been dark and dreary. His worse fears had come true despite everything he had done to prevent it.
      Closing his eyes, Elijah tried to picture her on one of her good days. The way her cobalt blue eyes would light up with laughter, her smile would stretch widely across her face making anyone around her smile back. She didn't have those days often, they were a rarity , one that he cherished greatly. Despite her mood swings and sudden anger Elijah had loved her deeply, he had tried everything in his power to get her the help that she needed. Time after time she met him with hostility and resistance, the stress had began pulling them apart, there were days that she would go out of her way to avoid him going as far as to crash at a cousin or siblings house. Now the last memory he would be left with is of her death, the blood pooling around her lifeless body, the light fading from her eyes. The hardest part being when she took her own life despite his cries for her not to do it.
      Shaking away the images that had begun floating through his head Elijah  took a last look at the grave then turned and walked away. The toll of the day had worn him down, drained away what energy he had fought to keep. At this moment all he wanted was a drink, something to make him forget the recent events that had unfolded. Taking a deep breath in, he held it for five and breathed out for five. Repeating for a few minutes he used the coping mechanism to keep from heading straight for the bar. He had promised to Arabella that he would never turn back to the bottle, that he would never turn into that guy. Repeating the breathing technique has also been a way to keep him calm when it came Arabella's emotional turmoil. There had been times that he wouldn't be able to control her during her outburst, it would shake and rattle him until he would fear for both of their safety . The urge to drink was still there, though not as strong. He needed to head home, a place he wasn't sure would ever feel like one again, a place that forever dredge up the unwanted memories. Before stepping into the car, he looked around, everything seemed so serene even though inside he felt like a storm was brewing. With a sigh he slid into his vehicle and drove to place that would soon cease to exist in his life, a place he never wanted to visit again in his life because it was the place she had taken hers.