Prologue: Burning Bridges

“What have you done?”

The words weren’t meant for me, but they might as well have been.
Because i remember his eyes when the pain, grief, and betrayal of trust had filled them. A thousand emotions crossed his beautiful face as if his heart was breaking over and over again. The way he said it, so harsh and cruel, it sounded foreign on his lips. Didn’t she know how much he loved her? It was too much to bare. The accusation. His pulse raced, He couldn’t believe it. Then he did. Then he didn’t. The confusion of conflicting thoughts he couldn't control. The war in his head, the one she had created, was tearing him apart.

“What have you done?”

She saw it coming, his inevitable epiphany and she couldn’t stop it. Devastated, She searched half heartedly for sentences of defense, but only found falling tears. Giving the answer neither of them wanted to hear was too much for them both. Didn’t he know how much she loves him? The sacrifices she made, of course he could never know. It killed her to cause him so much pain but it was better this way. For him.  At least that is what she told herself each day.

“What have you done?”

Bridges burned, hearts broken, and they fell apart. Their life flashed before their eyes, she felt everything, he felt everything, and then they both felt nothing at all.

“What have you done?”

the words weren’t meant for me, but they should have been. The question will never stop haunting me, always echoing into the back of my head. Because I was there, I remember, I saw, I heard, I felt everything. On the surface, people may seem simple, but they never really are. People can surprise you and I don’t mind a little mystery now and then. But when things are complicated from the beginning, I usually stay out of it. This was different though; I knew their secrets. They knew mine. I could have helped. I should have helped.

“What have you done?”

Nothing. I didn’t do anything. For that, I will never forgive myself.
And niether will they.

Reviews

[tayzer--]

When we're both famous authors one day, we're going to write a book together, okay?
I seriously love this so far. It's sad, and very well-written, and just...beautiful. Really.
Okay. I'm going away now. Write more. I want to read. :) Love you girl, and good job so far, really. I love it. :)

[The Elder]

A very good write, but a lot of unanswered questions.
What did she do? Why did she do it? What happened to them?
Why will they never forgive?
Minor grammatical errors: "Icould of (have) helped, I should of (have) helped"
for example.
Over all an enjoyable read.

[Nicole Archer]

um, this was interesting =D