Chapter 13

When does heartbreak begin?

With infidelity? Or does it begin long before, when someone swallows more pain than love and was forever altered?

Perhaps it didn't matter anymore, in my case.

Or perhaps it mattered more than anything else. We berate ourselves based on things that had happened to us, like a buried emotion, covered long after you finally dealt with it. It was eminent, to live and breathe. It required great understanding, seeing all things at once, forward and backward...

So we began in the middle, with her eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry. Struggling to focus, she could make out that she was in a room with bare white walls which sparked her confusion. She heard a beeping noise to her left and glanced at it.

A heart monitor.

Using her poor skills of deduction, it didn't take a genius to know she was in a hospital.

"Finally," someone said in relief. "You're awake."

She turned her head to find that voice and took a sharp intake of breath.

His dark blue orbs stared at her