So.
It had finally come down to it.
There was me.
And then there was him.
I had never really thought through how my life would end. Obviously I knew it would - as did everyone’s - I guess I just never really thought that the end for me would come so quickly. At twenty-five, I had barely begun to live my life, and now he was planning on taking it.
I’d be lying if I told you that at that moment, I wasn’t scared. Quite the contrary, I was terrified. But I never let him onto it, knowing that if he knew my true terror, he would somehow tap into it, and use it against me.
You want to know what the really sad part was?
Even though he was standing here in front of me, threatening my life, I couldn’t help it… I was still undeniable and truly head over heels for this guy.
And who could really blame me? Obviously only someone who had no clue what we went through together. All those years we spent loving each other, yearning to be with each other.
As he ran a hand down my shoulder, tracing my arm, I was overwhelmed with such a strong desire for him to just hold me. You may think I’m completely insane to be having these feelings for the man whose only desire was to kill me, but I’m simply telling you what was going through me at that moment.
Having him touch me, having him near me, began to bring back all the memories we shared, and one in particular, that day we first met.
And the love of my life came into my life.