Last Glimpse

Heartbreak

"I just don't know what the hell to do anymore!" He shouts at her, his hands raised above his head in anger.

"Please, please just think about this. Think about what you're doing, what you're giving up," she begs.

"It seems like we go strong for a day or two then I lose you for a couple and that's hard as hell on me Bella!"

His words cut into her like razors. She pushes her hair behind her ear glancing at his face for the first time in what seemed like forever. They'd been fighting all morning and she couldn't even remember what they were fighting about. She didn't feel as though things were different, she's always here, sometimes just preoccupied, unable to give him her full attention. He just didn't understand.

"Please, please don't leave me," she reaches for him and he moves away from her, she stumbles trying to regain her balance. "Why? Why would you just walk out of my life, like I never existed. Is that really what you want!?" Fury sets in and starts to make itself at home within her chest. She welcomes it's heat and embraces the new found rage with open arms, knowing it will protect what's left of her heart.

He feeds off her negative energy, adding it to his own. "I can't do this anymore! This is goodbye."

He reaches for her and she lets her guard down, dying to be in his arms again. She wants to snuggle into his chest and listen to him tell her everything will be alright. They will be alright. She walks across the room to his open arms, eyes almost closed, relying on her sense of him to guide her. Suddenly, she screams out in pain. Her hands clasp over the left side of her chest as she looks down in horror. Blood is seeping from in-between the folds of her fingers, the crimson color mocking her as it drips down her shirt and onto the floor. She starts to tremble. Her eyes meet his in disbelief and a smug sense of satisfaction crosses his face. She starts to gasp for breath as he steps back away from her, watching her eyes search for some explanation, but he has none. Her legs give out from under her, sending her body crashing to the floor. The tile in their kitchen is cold to her cheek and she frantically tries to find the warmth that once was her savior. But it's gone. It has also left her. She tilts her head back lifting her eyes one last time. Her last glimpse of life is the sight of his back turned on her, his right arm painted red and her heart beating slowly in his hand.

-Sen