Private Affair

That's when they told him... that she was gone and never coming back. Her heart had stopped, no brain waves, no pulse... she was lifeless, cold to the touch, eyes wide open and body limp. They got to her too late. She couldn't be saved... but, did she even want to be?

Jonathan and Constance had the relationship everyone envied, unable to keep their hands off of each other, always laughing and dancing, the best of friends, a companionship, loyalty, upmost respect and a dedication to each other that nobody could break. They were the perfect couple! They had it all, but they didn't need it all, because their "all" was simply each other. They were the best of the best... soon to be married even... but was it ever real?

Secrets kept behind closed doors, the laughter would fade when reality set in, but who's reality had it become? Perfection is not real, but a metaphor for a fake world created in the minds of those who suffer. The minds of those who lose sight and can't find their way out. A life created to block out the pain felt down through your soul... perfection is a lie, built on broken trust and the laughter of a narcissist, who likes to see another suffer and scream.

But when you think about it, who really is to blame?