Always And Forever

Chapter One

I could feel the muscles in my neck tighten up and tears build up in my eyes. As I watched them, I couldn't stop myself from following them. Just like on tv, I clicked my headlights off, so they didn't know I was following them. Anger bubbled in me because from where I was, I could clearly see him kissing up and down her neck.

My skin crawled at the sight. How could he do this to me? I hit the steering wheel. An image of me slamming their car off the edge of the highway kept playing in my head, but I knew it wasn't a smart idea. I knew I loved him too much to hurt him, my Prince Charming. Instead, I took some deep breaths and focused on not letting my anger get the best of me.

I stopped a block down, and watched as they barely made it out the car. Their hands on one another, lips never breaking. I saw him mouth something and she quickly took out her keys. A lone tear fell down my face as I watched them enter the house, doing God knows what.

Still sitting in my car, I let myself break down. The tears felt like acid as they slid down my face. This new feeling of sadness wasn't something I was used to. Most of the time, I am happy and full of life, but now all I felt was the aching pain in my heart and the sadness of a century. 

After sitting there for a while, I decided to stop throwing myself a pity party and just go home. On the ride, all I could think about was his lips on her. The hungry way he kissed her lips, to the way he devoured her neck. It was as if those actions were on repeat in my brain, engraved if you want to get technical.  I just couldn't take it. The tears I thought were done sheading were cascading down my face like a waterfall once again. It was like a damaged dam finally giving up trying to stay together. 

Out of all the pain, I believe going home was the hardest. All of our false memories hung on the wall. The one that caught my eye was Maggie's wedding day, when I decided to kiss his cheek with my long-lasting lipstick. It had got smudged on his cheek and when we realized what had happened, we laughed. The photographer got the image right when we burst out laughing. The image was beautiful, but it made me wonder if it was even real. Was that the moment he began to fall out of love with me?  

Or was it what happened on our two-year anniversary trip to Hawaii? On the trip I got very ill and couldn't do anything. I was bed bound and instead of feeling sorry for me, he was disgusted and was hardly at the hotel room. A major part of me felt terrible so I tried to get out the bed so we could at least do something on our list, but I collapsed and couldn't get back up. Since Elijah was downstairs at the beach, he didn't know that my body had given up on me. That night, when he came in at three, we snuggled, and he fed me soup. It was a sweet way to finish a day that started off sour. 

As I stood there smiling at the picture, it dawned on me that if that man didn't come in and help me off the floor, I would've been stuck like that whole day. Elijah was having so much fun that he didn't come stumbling in until three in the morning. If my memory serves me correct, I fell at one in the afternoon. So, from one in the afternoon to three in the morning, that would have made it 15 hours on the floor. My stomach knotted at that thought. I shook it off and kept looking at the other photos, but the thoughts of my lover just not coming to check on me, didn't leave my mind completely. 

Overwhelmed by everything, I closed my eyes, all the memories and the truth behind each one was catching up to me. How could I not see the truth behind everything? How did I see everything differently than what they were? Whatever the answer is, I need to find out why the glitter was gold for so long.