Finding the perfect anniversary card can be tough, even tougher when you’re so in love that nothing seems to express it the way you feel it. Finding the perfect bottle of wine to go with an anniversary dinner isn’t quite as tough, but still, you want to find just the right flavor to compliment the meal.
Mina tucks the lose curls of her auburn hair behind her ear as she leans down to look through cards. A soft smile on her lips as her thoughts flip through the 10 years she and her husband have spent together.
Lucian pins her against the hall wall, shaking a few of the frames that hold the wedding photos. Her brown curls falling loosely around her face, the smell of their strands engulfing his senses. He slides his hands gently the length of her arms as he presses them above her head. She bites her bottom lip in anticipation as he leans in and presses his lips hard against her neck.
He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her body against his, guiding them toward the bedroom as their mouths find each other. They reach the bed and she throws his body down on it. Before she has a chance to take control he grabs her hips and rolls her onto her back, pulling her shirt off and kissing her soft skin.
Mina has a hard time containing her smile even as the rain drops onto her windshield. Even as the gray sky darkens her physical day, her emotional day continues in sunshine. She thinks about how much time and emotion she’s put into this relationship, how much he’s put into it. All the gifts he’s given, the romantic dinners, his sweet smile.
As the white sheets rustle around their naked bodies he touches a finger to the necklace he gave her before running his fingers through her curls. Her smile warms his face and he feels a small pang of guilt before he drives himself deeper.
She gasps and grips his shoulders, tightening her jaw before letting out a slight giggle of enjoyment. Her smile is contagious and he can’t help but smile too.
Mina pulls into the driveway and the dark of the rain starts to creep into her sunny world. He’s not supposed to be home yet, he’ll ruin the surprise. What causes even more confusion is the second car in the drive.
She flips open her umbrella and make her way to the door. After already fumbling with her keys she sees the door is not completely closed. Slowly, carefully she pushes it open. She sets her umbrella quietly on the floor.
There is a noise from upstairs. Holding the card and wine in her hand she ascends the white carpeted stairs, not caring that her shoes are leaving a trail behind her. Doesn’t care that the hardwood of the hallway could stain.
Lucian is losing himself to this beautiful woman. Her body is soft and warm. Her smile so inviting. They move in perfect rhythm. She makes him feel alive. The door creaks drawing both their eyes as their breath catches in unison.
Her hand loses its grip and as the bottle breaks against the wooden hallway floor it spills across the white carpet in the bedroom, splattering as if her heart has exploded from her chest.
Her name is barely an echo on his breath as she turns and runs back down the stairs. Tears start to blur her vision as she steps into the rain, becoming soaked through in the run from the front door to the car.
She slams the car in reverse and backs out without looking, nearly hitting a car whose breaks squeal as they lock up the tires. As she throws the car into drive and begins to pull away she catches a glimpse of him on the front lawn in just his boxers.
His mind is racing. He can’t lose her. He can’t lose this beautiful woman who has done nothing but loved him. What has he done? He watches his Mina pull away with spinning tires. Her hand touches his shoulder and he spins away from it, running back into the house and grabbing his phone off the counter.
He has to apologize. He has to tell her he’s made a mistake. He loves her. Tears burn his eyes and he brushes them away. He doesn’t deserve to hurt.
The rain seeps into her pores, into her bones, pouring its gray gloom into her soul. Tears slide down her cheek uninhibited. Her chest is tightening and her body aches.
How could she have been so blind? Hadn’t the signs been there? He’s been disinterested lately, stopped talking about his day, stopping asking about hers.
Her phone rings, his smiling face shows on the screen and her heart breaks more. She stares at the screen trying to decide what to do. She flicks her finger across the screen, ignoring the call. As she raises her eyes back to the road she hears the horns, sees the red a little too late.
The headlights of the truck catch in her eyes before it’s metal against metal. Things are blurry as she comes in and out. The sound of people mumbling and sirens in the distance. The gray sky before the ceiling of the ambulance and then nothing, black.
Lucian runs through the first set of double doors into the hospital, then the second set and into the room where her body lay in the midst of doctors and nurses. He yells her name as a nurse stops him from running up to the table. The doctors are cutting her clothes from her motionless body. He tells her name again, she had to know he’s there, that he still loves her. The nurse pushes him back and closes the door to the room as the monitor displays a flat green line.
His heart is being ripped from his body, tears burn hot against his cheeks. He watches the doctors try to bring her back. They fight to bring her heart back into rhythm. He turns away, unable to watch the love of his life leave this world because of a mistake he made. He slides down against the door, his head falling into his hands. Sobs rack his body, his shoulders shaking as he collapses against the floor.
If only he had loved her the way she had loved him.
This is inspired by the song “Lost in Paradise” by Evanescence. This is the first song that has actually created a story for me. It began as a vague betrayal and slowly turned into a deep story for me. Not sure why this song did it for me, but if they were to every come out with a music video for the song, I hope I won’t be disappointed since I have such a vivid picture in my head. 🙂