Married to the Prince of Darkness

Reality changed. As I supported Luc I sensed a force tampering with the environment around us. Protectively I shielded Luc's semi unconscious body with my little frame although I was sure the danger wasn't physical. Perhaps this force was the same force that had immobilized Luc a few minutes ago. Stroking his hair softly I called to him willing him to wake up. His head stirred and looked up at me. I searched his beautiful eyes waiting for him to tell me he loved me and that he was sorry for the hurtful words he had spoken earlier. Cupping his face I kissed him softly but his lips are hard and frozen, I feel like I am kissing a statue. Looking up I can see his eyes are void of any affection or love. Placing his hands across my chest he delivers a hard shove that pushes me hard against the floor. Panic overwhelms me as I sit up to find him casually walking round the apartment gathering bits and pieces.

"Luc," I called out softly, my voice an octave higher then it should be, "I don't understand...what did I do wrong?"

"Mia you did nothing wrong." He icily states refusing to look at me

"Then, why?" I ask, my voice screaming with hurt and confusion.

"I don't love you. I thought we might work, but I can't pretend anymore Mia. I do not love you."

"Luc, where are you going?" I whine trying to pursue him.

"Damn it Mia! I'm leaving, I can't be with you any more. Leave me alone." He shouted in my face pushing me away. I open my mouth to protest but only air comes rushing out. His words paralyse me and all I can do is cling to the chair back for support as he denounces his love to me. Helplessly I watch him leave the apartment. My heart was breaking, I couldn't stand the thought of him going. Around me the world was slowly coming undone and I couldn't understand why. He was just a man after all. He wasn't important as oxygen I didn't need him to survive. Did I?

His absence had left a dark chasm in my being of unimaginable crushing depths. Time passed and I lay comatose like a zombie on his apartment floor vacantly staring up at his ceiling. Occasionally the headlights of a passing car would flicker orange light across the room over Luc's desk, his papers and a mug of cold coffee. Inside of me heaved as if every muscle was tearing apart aching for Luc to come back. Outside I was motionless not even blinking a silvery stream of tears meander down from face from my eyes. Tears slowly rose and fell across my face. Hell could not devise a worse feeling then this. I'd happily endure any form of torture rather then face the bleak soul crushing isolation and abandonment I felt now.

Hours passed. Not that time had any meaning, now Luc was gone. How could I live without Luc? Living didn't even seem an option now. He had sentenced me to an eternity of torment. Unable to cry any more I decided to wait. Sunrise would come and I would find a way to leave this world for good. It was the only way to stop the crippling pain that washed over my body. Existence had no point or purpose I had felt true love and had lost it. My punishment would be centuries of agony living with the shattered remains of my heart. I couldn't understand why it was so easy for Luc to walk away from us.

From the depths of my subconscious I could hear the door handle rattling then the front door of the apartment swing open. I knew it wasn't Luc, I couldn't sense him. He was long gone.

"Mia?" I heard a voice call, a man emerges from the shadows and towers over me. I recognise his shaggy hair and big brown eyes. Jacques stands over me.

"Christ, I could feel your misery twenty miles away." He says. 

My mouth sore and dry I simply state in a hushed whisper, "He left me."