You Are My Home

Prologue

She wanted to forget him. She needed to forget him.

But like everything in life, it rarely gives you everything you desire but it throws at you the unexpected instead. The unexpected is normally translated into one word by most humans and that word is: disaster.

It is defined in the common dictionary as a sudden occurrence that leads to unfortunate consequences and these consequences normally tend to turn someone's life upside down.

For her these consequences were not unfortunate at first. In fact, they brought her something that she would not have predicted in a thousand years, or rather they brought her someone. Her other half, it may sound cheesy and classic but for her he would always be that. Of that she was extremely positive. No in fact she was beyond certain that as long as she lived she would do anything for him and be anything to make him happy. He was the one that taught her everything she knew about life, he taught her how to live and how to love, he was there when she had needed him the most even when he did not trust her. She had thought that she meant the same to him too, alas she was wrong.

It did not last long. Like all dreams, as soon as it arrived it disappeared again like a bird singing its tune at dawn and fading away when the sun appeared in the sky.

The dream transformed into a nightmare, a nightmare of deceit and heartbreak. Namely her heartbreak. A heartbreak that she had to live with. It became part of her soul. She could not live without it nor could she let it go, she did not want to because it was her only prove that he had existed at all.

She knew that this made her weak and needy. Sometimes the pain transformed to anger- anger at him for leaving and for lying when she had done nothing but love him unconditionally. But quickly the anger would abandon her too, leaving behind it a deep void of longing and yearning to hold him, to see his beautiful face again and have him take her into his strong arms shielding her from everything and everyone. It made her want to run and beg at his feet to take her back. She did not have to be his other half, he could treat her like a slave, a nobody at all. But at least she would be next to him.

Not that he would allow her even that. He had become the impossible. She could not even attempt to reach him and that is why she had to forget him. But she knew that was wishful thinking. For her he was life, he was death, he was happiness and sadness. For her he was the reason that she woke up every day and attempted to live. For the fleeting hope that she would see him again.

Forget him.

No!

She had rather die instead...