Ifeelsoalone

Sequel to Save Me
Chapter 18
*Blane's Point Of View*
  I watched as Heidi struggled to put up the satin pink curtain. I waited for a moment before I went to help her. I walked up behind her and grabbed the curtain. I hung it up on the metal bar just above the window.
  "Thanks." She muttered before turning to open another box. I watched as she placed our clothes in the closet.
  Tell her, now! A small voice inside my head shouted. Don't chicken out! But the truth was, I couldn't tell her. I didn't want to leave her, but I had to. I couldnt put her through anymore pain. I wanted so bad to be with her, but it hurt me more to know that someday, something terrible could happen.
  Once she was finished, she looked at me and placed her hand on her hip.
  "If you're not going to help then leave." She said in a bitter tone. I ignored her and wrapped my arms around her. I lightly pressed my lips to hers.
    It felt like a bolt of electricity flowing through me, shocking every part of my body. Her touch recharged everything, and it made it harder to think about what I was about to do.
  I backed away and looked at her. There was that perfect smile on her face, the one I loved. 
 "I'm sorry." I replied, not able to say anymore.
 "Don't be." She replied in a soft voice. She brushed the back of her hand across my cheek, sending the electricity running through my body again. I quickly looked down.
 "No, you don't understand." I said, looking up at her, my eyes filled with tears. "I can't."
 For a second, she looked confused.
 "Blane, we had a fight. It was nothing." She said, stroking my cheek once more.
 I shook my head. "No, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about us." Tears filled her eyes.
 "No." She whispered. I wanted so badly to wrap her in my arms and never let go of her. But that wouldnt help anything.
 "Heidi I can't be with you anymore. I love you so much, but I can't put you through anymore pain. I can't." I removed her hand from my face and walked out of the room.
  I walked silently and swiftly down the stairs, knowing she would be running after me any moment. And she did.
 "Blane! Wait!" She cried, her arms extended. I couldn't help but stop and look at her.
 "Don't go!" She pleaded, the tears spilling over like drops of pain. "You're not hurting me!" 
 I shook my head and looked at her. There was so much pain in her eyes, that a flicker of hurt crossed mine.
 "When Hayden grows up, tell her how much I love her." A single tear fell from my eyes. I kissed her one last time on the forehead and then left. 
  I got in the car and drove off. She chased me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. If I did, I would come back. I couldnt go back; ever.
  I drove down the road until I came to the woods. I parked on the side of the road and took the small trail up to the tree house.
  It had begun to rain, but I didn't mind. I liked the rain. You could cry, and nobody would no the difference.
  I climbed up the wobbly ladder to the ground of the tree house. And thats where I broke down and cried for hours.
 

Sequel to Save Me
Chapter 17
I lay in the middle of the street, not moving. I lay there, crying. Not caring how many cars honk and pass. Not caring how many people stopped to help, but I pushed them away.
 My cheek rested on the cold street. It had begun to rain, but I didn't care. I liked the rain. I liked it because you could cry, and no one would know the difference. And that's what I did. I cried.
 It took grandma a little bit before she realized I wasn't in the house. She had been in her room with Hayden when Blane had left.
  "Heidi!" She yelled as she ran over to me. "Are you okay?" She asked.
  I didn't answer. I just lay there, not moving, not speaking. She helped me up and into the house. She sat me on the couch and threw a blanket over me.
  "Where is Blane?" She asked, finally realizing that he would be here with me if something was wrong.
  "He left." I mumbled. My words were barely above a whisper; for that was all I could manage.
  "What do you mean? Where did he go?" She bambarded me with questions, not understanding the depth of my words.
  "Grandma, he's gone. He said that he couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't put me through anymore pain." I stopped as the lump in my throat made it to where I couldn't speak. 
  She gasped and threw her arms around me. A few tears escaped her eyes, but not nearly as much that fell from my eyes.
  I pushed her arm off of me and stood up. I slowly walked up the stairs and down the hall. I peeked into Hayden's room. She was fast asleep in the crib Blane had put up for her. I walked into my room and began to cry even more. 
  Grandma had finished unpacking. She had hung up all of Blane and I's clothes and placed the pictures on my desk. There were pillows on the bed and the shoes were in the closet. I looked over at the bed stand. There, resting on the table was a picture of Blane and I. He had his arms around me and we both were smiling.
  I went over to the picture and picked it up. I couldn't stand to look at it. I walked over to Hayden's room and placed the small frame on a table next to the rocking chair.
 Let Hayden know how much I love her, Blane had said before leaving. I looked into the crib at Hayden's angle-like face. My eyes grew wide with horror. She looked just like him. She had his eyes and his mouth. His ears and his hands. 
  I broke down and cried in pain and in guilt. I couldn't even look at my own daughter without crying. 
  I quickly walked back into my room and threw myself on the bed. I buried my face in the pillow. I covered my ears, not wanting to hear the world. I wanted to block out everything. I wanted everyone to leave me alone, and act as if I wasn't here. Like I was just a figment of their imagination. 
 My eyes began to close and I began to fall asleep. Everything seemed like a painful nightmare. I wanted to escape reality and to go back to a dream. A wonderful dream where Blane was still here. But I knew, that when I awoke, the nightmare would begin again.
 

Sequel to Save Me
Chapter 16
"Is that all?" Grandma asked as Blane carried the crib inside.
    "Yeah." I replied, my hands full with bags. We had just finished moving our stuff into my old room at grandma's house. Hayden was going to be sleeping in Blane's old room, right across the hall.
    I carried the bags up the stairs to Hayden's new room.  Blane was already in there, trying to put the crib up.
   "Can you hand me the directions?" Blane asked, pointing to a white paper with black words plastered all over it. I picked up the paper and handed it to him, then left the room.
   Blane and I hadn't talked much since the other day in the car. He only kissed me when we were around grandma, to try and hide if anything was wrong. We only talked when we had to, never because we wanted to. Our love was growing bitter, and I didn't like it.
   I walked across the hall into Blane and I's new room. The bed was already in there and set up. Blane had done that first, saying it was easier. 
  I opened a box that was labled "BEDROOM" in big, black letters. I grabbed the sheets and comforter that I had just bought and began to make the bed.
  "Let me help." Grandma said, startling me. She walked into the room and grabbed the top corner of the sheets. We made the bed in silence. I didnt mind. I didnt want to talk anyway.
  "Thanks." I said when we were finished.
  "Need help with anything else?" She asked, looking the room over. There were a few boxes that still needed unpacking, but nothing I couldnt handle.
  "No, I'm fine." I replied, bending down to open another box. Grandma walked out of the room without another word.
  I began to unpack the curtains that I would hang up over the window. I took them over to the window and began to hang them.
  I stood up on my tipy-toes, not tall enough to reach the top to hang them on the metal bar.
 "Here." Blane's voice said, walking up behind me. He took the curtain out of my hand and hung it on the metal bar.
 "Thanks." I said, not looking up as I walked past him to another box. I took my clothes and began to hang them in the closet. Blane watched, not talking.
  I grew tired of it. I looked at him, placing my hand on my hip.
 "If you're not going to help, then leave." I said, in a harsh tone.
  He walked over to me, ignoring my words. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me lightly on the lips.
  I was overwhelmed. I was happy that he had finally kissed me because he wanted to. Maybe the bitterness had vanished.
  He backed away, looking at me.
  "I'm sorry." He said in a voice barley above a whisper.
  "Don't be." I said, brushing the back of my hand across his cheek. He looked away from me and down at the ground.
  "No, you don't understand." He looked up, his eyes filled with tears. "I can't."
  I was confused. What happend in the car, that was nothing. We had a fight. Didn't everyone fight? 
  "Blane, so we had a fight. It was nothing." I said, stroking his cheek once more.
  He shook his head. "I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about us. I can't do this anymore." Tears filled my eyes, threatning to spill over.
  "No." I said in a whisper.
  "Heidi, I can't be with you anymore. I love you, so much. But I can't put you through anymore pain. I can't." He removed my hand from his face and walked out of the room.
  I stood there, froze for a second. I was thinking it was all a dream. That I would wake up and Blane would be lying next to me, deep in sleep.
 When I didn't wake up, I knew it was real. I ran down stairs just as Blane was about to leave. He had the door open, one foot out the door.
 "Blane! Wait!" I shouted, my arm extended towards him. He stopped and looked back at me.
  "Heidi," He began. I cut him off.
  "Don't go!" I shouted, the tears spilling over now. "You're not hurting me!"
  He shook his head. He looked at me. I didn't know how much pain showed on my face, but it reflected in his.
  "When Hayden grows up, tell her how much I love her." He said, a single tear falling from his eyes. He kissed me once more before walking out the door.
  I ran into the street, watching as the car disappeared. I fell to the ground, holding my chest.
  Blane had left me because of the pain he said he put me through. But he could never understand the pain he was putting me through now.
  I guess the bitterness was still there. It would always be there. Because I never knew if I would see him again.
 

Sequel to Save Me
Chapter 14
"Blane!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face.
I ran over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
He was standing against the wall, staring at his dad's now unconsious body.
  He wrapped his arms around me, not taking his eyes off the body.
  "Are you okay?" I asked, pulling away to examine him.
  "Yeah, I'm fine." He replied, not looking at me. I moved his head until his eyes were on me.
   "Blane, what happened?" I asked, knowing there was something he wasn't telling me.
   He broke my hold on his chin and looked out the window, a single tear falling from his eyes.
   "I killed him." He whispered. "I had to." He turned back to look at me. "He came here for you, Heidi. He wanted you, and I couldn't let that happen." I wiped my eyes as the tears came full force now.
   I wrapped my arms securely around his waist and burried my head in his chest. He firmly held me to him, not letting me go. We stood there for a moment, not talking and ignoring the voices behind us.
  "Um, Sir, I'm sorry but we have to take you down town for questioning." A male voice said. I pulled away from Blane and turned around.
  "I'm coming too." I said to the man. He shook his head.
  "Im afraid you can't ma'am."
  "But I was there! I was the first person to see him! Don't I need to be questioned?" My voice grew louder. I didnt want to be separated from Blane. Not now.
  "No, you don't. We just need Mr. Sanders." I looked at Blane with pleading eyes.
  "Why do you need only me?" Blane asked, trying to make sense of it all. The man didn't answer. He grabbed Blane by the arm and spun him around. He slapped hand-cuffs on him in a matter of seconds.
   "You have to go downtown. You just killed a man." The officer said, turning Blane around.
   "No!" I shouted, tugging on the officer's grip on Blane. "It was self-defense!"
   "We still have to take him for the night. Get the truth." 
   "Heidi, I'll be fine." Blane assured me. No, he wouldn't be fine. I wouldn't be fine. I couldn't go the night knowing that Blane was in jail for a reason that was beyond my control.
   They led Blane out of the apartment and down the black, metal stair case to the police car. They placed him in the back.
   "Don't worry Heidi," Blane said, "I'll be fine. Everything is going to be okay." Tears fell from my eyes.
   I leaned down and kissed Blane. "I love you." A whisper was all I could manage.
  "I love you too." He said, a single tear escaping his eyes. 
  I watched as the police car drove away. How could they take him when he was merely defending his self?
  I ran back into the apartment where there were still police men carrying the body off into an ambulance, even though he was already dead.
  I grabbed my cell phone off of the counter and dialed grandma's number.
  "Heidi!" She said, still worried and relieved at the same time.
  "Grandma, they just took Blane to jail." I informed her.
  "What? Why?"
  The tears fell from my eyes as I looked down at the floor.
  "He killed his father." I whispered. Grandma gasped and then there was silence. "I'm coming over." I said, hanging up the phone.
  I went back into the nursery in search for a police officer.
  "Am I able to leave now?" I asked, finding a tall man knelt on the floor of the nursery. He looked up at me.
  "Yes, we are just leaving." He said, standing up. He had just finished cleaning up the blood on the floor. Its a good thing we had wood floors.
   He smiled and walked past me out the door. I looked at the room once more.
It had been a nursery.
Just a room for a precious baby.
But now it was a room for muder.
The place where Blane had killed his father.
 

Sequel to Save Me
Chapter 13
I opened my eyes in horror.
Who had screamed?
Was it Blane?
I looked up.
Blane was standing over his dad, who was curled into a ball.
  "Heidi, grab Hayden and run! Go call the police!" He shouted. I quickly got to my feet.
  "I'm not leaving without you." I objected.
  "Heidi, go!" He shouted once more. I did as he ordered. I grabbed Hayden and craddled her into my arms. I covered her head and ran. I grabbed my car keys and cell phone and bolted out the door.
  I ran down the black, steel stair case onto the paved parking-lot. I didnt look back as I ran for the car. I opened up the backseat door and put Hayden in her car seat. I sat down next to her and dialed 911.
 "Hello 911." A lady answered.
 "I need the police, now. There is a man in my house, and I think he is trying to kill my fiance'." My words came out in a rush with the panic I felt inside.
 "Ma'am, what's your adress?" I quickly told her the adress and the apartment. She assured me the police were on their way, and they will be here soon. I hung up before she could say anymore.
  I quickly dialed grandma's number and waited impatiently for her to answer.
  "Hello." She said.
  "Grandma! You have to come to the apartment complex and get Hayden." I said in urgancy.
  "Heidi, what's wrong?" Her voice grew worried. 
  "Just come, now!" I ordered.
  "I'm on my way." I hung up the phone and threw it on the seat. The tears came in a rush; I wasn't expecting them.
  I couldn't take this any longer. Was Blane okay? Was he alive and well? I didn't know. I couldn't know. All I know is that when I left the nursery, Blane's dad was lying on the floor. There was no telling if he had made it to his knees, and if he had gotten Blane.
 I lifted my head as I heard the sirens of the police car approaching me. They grew closer and closer, but it felt as if they were taking a life time.
 I jumped up as I watched them pull into the parking-lot of the apartment complex. They parked and ran up the stairs into my apartment. I could hear them shouting, but I couldnt make out their words.
 Grandma's old, red car pulled up next to me and she jumped out of the car.
  "Heidi, you tell me right now whats wrong!" She demanded.
  "Grandma, I don't have time. Just please, take Hayden back to your house and I will tell you later when I pick her up." I took Hayden and her car seat out of the car and put her in grandma's car.
  "Now, go!" I shouted over my shoulder as I headed for the black staircase.
  I didnt look back as I heard grandma's car pull away onto the empty highway.
  I ran up the stairs and into my apartment. A male cop grabbed me around the waist as I tried to run to the hallway.
  "You can't go in there." He said.
  "No! You don't understand, thats my fiance' in there!" I shouted, struggling against his iron grip. I wiggled and kicked in his arms.
  "Ma'am, I'm sorry. But I can't let you in there." I continued to kick and scream in objection. But It was no use. His arms didn't budge. I fell, limp in his arms as the tears streamed down my face.
  "Bob, come here!" A cop yelled from at the end of the hall.
  "Stay here." He said, letting me go. He ran down the hall. I waited for a moment before I follwed. I ran down the hallway and pushed my what into the nursery.
  I gasped in horror as I saw the body lying on the floor in a pool of blood. His head was bashed in and bleeding. There were bruises covering his body. There, lying next to him was a baseball bat.
 

Sequel to Save Me
Chapter 12
"Stand up." The voice ordered. I was too numb to think or move, so I was surprised when I found myself standing with his hand over my mouth. It was like I was brainless and my body was moving on its own.
   "Now, I'm going to move my hand." He whispered. "Don't scream or move." I nodded my head, letting him know I understood him. He slowly moved his hand away from my mouth.
   I thought about screaming out for Blane, but my words got caught in my throat.. I thought about bolting for the door, but I was too numb with fear to run, or even walk. I wanted to turn around and see who this man was, but I was afraid of who he might be, and what he might do.
  "Now, yell for Blane." He whispered. Every muscle in my body tighten, my eyes grew wide. This man was no stranger. The only way he could know who Blane was, was if he had been following us, or he knew Blane.
  He hit me on the arm, signaling for me to yell. I cleared my throat and yelled.
  "Blane!" I called in a weak voice. I waited patiently for a reply, dreading there wouldn't be one.
  "Yeah?" I heard Blane's voice yell from the living room. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until it all came out in a sigh. I was relieved that he was alive.
   "Come here." The man said in my ear. I repeated his words. I listened as I heard Blane's footsteps on the wooden, hallway floor. 
    I began to panic. What was this man going to do to us? What did he want from us? These questions ran through my head unanswered as Blane's footsteps grew closer and closer.
   My breathing began to increase. I wasn't ready for what might happen next.
  Before I knew it, Blane was standing in the doorway.
  "Yeah babe?" He asked. I studied his face. Could he not see the man standing behind me? Could he not see him standing there?
  Blane continued to stare at me, waiting for a reply.
  I was afraid to turn around. But I had to. I had to figure out why Blane couldn't see him.
  I slowly turned my head, barely moving an inch. I quickly looked behind me. He was gone. The man who was once there, had some how disappeared.
  I did the one thing I could do: I dropped to my knees and bursted into tears.
  Blane ran over to me. "Heidi, what's wrong?" He asked, kneeling beside me and wrapping his arms around me.
  "The man." I choked out. Blane looked at me confused.
  "What man?" He asked. I looked up at him. I noticed something move behind him. The same man who had once been behind me, was now standing in the doorway.
  "Blane!" I shouted as I pointed at the doorway. Blane quickly turned around.
  "You!" He spit, standing up.
  "Look at you Blane! You're so big! It's been what, 8 years?" The man said with a smile.
  "How did you find me?" Blane asked.
  "It wasn't hard. But lets not talk about how I got here." He replied. "I haven't seen you in a long time. Haven't you missed me?" He was a tall man, with brown hair that touched his ears. He was wearing a white shirt and dirty jeans. He had a beer gut that hung over his belt line.
  I looked at Blane. His eyes were black and cold. They looked lifeless and empty. I had never seen Blane like this. And I couldn't understand how he knew this man.
  "I thought you were dead." Blane said in a cold, distant voice.
  The man chuckled. "What, you thought beating me with a baseball bat killed me?" I gasped. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was Blane's real father.
  "Well, considering I never saw you again, I was hoping that was the case." Blane replied.
   His dad smiled. "Come on! I knew you missed me!" 
   "What are you doing here?" 
   "I wanted to see my son. Now where's Ricky?" His dad pretended to care, putting on a fake smile.
   Tears formed in Blane's eyes. "He's dead." 
   That made the man laugh. "Ha ha!" He chuckled. "I always knew he would soon. So what did he do? Car wreck, cancer, fell off a building?"
   Fury grew in Blane's eyes. I remebered the first day when Blane and I met. He was crying. He said that his brother had just died. Though, he never told me how.
  "He killed himself!" Blane shouted. 
  "I always knew he was a psycho." That set Blane over the edge. He punchd his dad square in the face. His dad didn't even budge. There was a little blood coming from his nose, but other than that it didn't fase him.
  Blane punched him again. I watched as his dad punched back. They went at it. Blood falling to the floor. I closed my eyes and began to cry. I couldn't watch. There was so much blood, I couldn't tell whose it was. 
  I heard a scream of pain and my eyes flew open.
 

Sequel to Save Me
Chapter 11
We drove in silence. It was now ten-thirty in the morning, and I hadn't slept at all. How could I?
  Blane, Hayden and I were on our way home. Hayden was sitting in her car seat, staring out the window. Blane would occasionally take his eyes off the road to glance at me, though we both never said a word.
  I stared up at the sky. I was relieved and sad all at once. I was relieved that Nick had been captured; that he could never hurt me again. But I was also sad. Seeing his picture on the news brought back those painful memores. I just wanted to forget everything. To escape reality and go back to dreaming. Everything seemed easier in a dream.
  But Blane had been horrifyingly right. Dreams only last for a night. My night was over, and I had awaken to reality. A more terrifying reality than I entended. I was about to find out how unexpected my day was going to be.
  Blane stopped at the stop sign and looked at me.
 "You haven't said one word since we left," He said, "what's wrong?"
  I looked at him. His face was flawless. He looked almost as beautiful in the sun as he had last night.
  "I don't want to remember." I said, a single tear sliding down my cheek. He unbuckled my seatbelt and cradled me in his arms.
  "It's all over Heidi." He whispered, burrying his face in my hair.
  I wanted to believe him, but I had a feeling that it wasn't over. That it would only get worse.
  We stayed like that for a moment; only the sound of our breathing filled the car. 
  "I promise, no one will ever hurt you, Heidi. I'll make sure of that." I leaned up and kissed his neck.
  "I love you." I whispered.
  "I love you too." He replied. I sat up straight and buckled my seatbelt. Blane put the car in drive and we continued down the road.
  I held Blane's hand as we drove down the empty street. I looked back at Hayden to make sure she was okay. She looked back at me, and I smiled. I turned back around and looked at the passing trees.
  Before I knew it we were pulling into the parking lot of our apartment building. Blane parked in our usual spot and I got out of the car. I walked to the back and unbuckled Hayden and put her in my arms.
  We walked up the stairs to our apartment 2B. I unlocked the door and turned on the lights as I walked inside.
  Hayden began to cry, and I figured she was hungry. I walked into the kitchen and started to make her a bottle. Once her bottle was ready I went into her room and sat down in the rocking chair. I began to rock her to sleep.
  I heard a noise behind me, but I ignored it. I thought It was maybe Blane in the living room, messing around.
  I looked down at Hayden who was falling asleep in my arms. The next thing I know, I felt a hand cup around my mouth and an arm go around my neck.
 "Shhh." He whispered into my ear. "If you cooperate, then the baby will live." Shock flowed through my blood. I was terrified. I didnt know who this person was; I couldn't see his face and I didnt recognize his voice.
  The only thing going through my mind was: did he kill Blane first?
 

Sequel to Save Me
Chapter 9
I turned and looked at grandma. She was smiling back at me with soft eyes.
  "Grandma, do you think you could watch Hayden for a few days? I think Blane and I need some time to ourselves." I asked her.
  "Of course." She replied. She walked over to me. "All couples need time alone. Plus, I get to spend a lot of time with my great-grandaughter." She smiled and picked Hayden up.
  "Thanks." Blane said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Heidi, I think we should leave. Your grandma needs some sleep."
  "Ok." I grabbed my bag off the couch and gave grandma and Hayden both a kiss. Blane kissed Hayden and grandma on the cheek and we left.
  I threw my bag in the backseat and walked around to the drivers seat. I got in and so did Blane.
  "Go to the tree house." He said. I looked at him for a moment as we began to drive down the winding road.
  "Why?" I asked.
  He looked over at me and smiled. "You'll see." He said.
  I continued to drive down the slick road. It had been sprinkling, but not enough to call it rain. It was now about 3:30, and really dark. There were no cars on the road, only Blane and I.
 We didn't talk. We just sat in silence. I listend as I could hear the chirping of the crickets, and see the lights of the fireflies. I looked over at Blane's face, half lit by the moon. His flawless features and sleek black hair; he looked like a beatiful, unknown creature. 
  He looked over at me, and I quickly looked back at the road. "What?" He asked. I could hear the smile in his voice. 
  I glanced at him, then back at the road. "I love you." I whispered. 
  He grabbed my free hand, "I love you too." He said. A loose tear, falling from his eyes.
  I pulled over as we reached the trail to the tree house. I pulled the keys out of the egnition and got out of the car.
  I looked at the woods. They were dark and creepy looking. 
  "Um, you go first." I said to Blane in a frightend voice.
  He chuckled but went in front of me. I grabbed a firm grip on his shirt.
  He lead the way on the trail. I looked around. I didn't see any red, glowing eyes, or any figures. I didn't hear any weird laughs, or any foot steps. I guess we were ok.
 Blane stopped as we reached the tree house. He pulled something out of his pocket, but I couldn't tell what it was until he flicked a switch and everything was now visible. A flashlight.
  "It's okay Heidi." He said. I noticed that I had a death grip on his shirt. I quickly let go. 
  "Sorry." I replied. He grabbed my hand.
  "Come on." He said, "You go first, I'll light your way." I walked over to the ladder of the tree house and began to climb. Blane shined the flashlight on each step, so I could see where I was going.
  Once I reached the top, everything was dark. 
  "Blane, I can't see." I said, moving my hands around. I banged against the wall. I could feel some type of paper on it.
  "Are you okay?" Blane asked, as he reached the top. He shined the light on the wall.
  My mouth dropped open. Every single wall on the tree house was covered in pictures. Every wall except one, wich had writting all over it.
  I examined all the pictures. They were all of Blane, Hayden and I. Some even had Blane Jr. in them.
  My eyes began to water. One picture was of all of us at the hostpital right after Blane Jr. was born. I looked awful. But seeing my now dead son, made me cry.
 I looked at the rest of the pictures. One wall was filled with Blane and I last year, when we first met. Blane looked so different; even though he was only a year older than in the pictures.
  In the pictures, he looked so happy, as he did now. But it was a different kind of happy. Like he had just found the girl of his dreams. The happiness he now wore was for his fiance' and his daughter.
  I walked around the tree house, remembering the stories the pictures told. The stories of Blane and I's love. How in love we were, and happy we were.
  I looked at Blane, who was watching me. 
  "How?" I asked.
  "I did this before I went out to drink. At first, I wasn't going to drink. But putting up these pictures brought back how we used to be. How in love we were." He replied.
  I walked over to him. "Blane, we are still that in love." I replied.
  "I know." He said. "I just wish it was that simple."
  I kissed him. "I know. But nothing is that simple anymore."
  I looked at his face. He looked back at me. His eyes were filled with passion. I kissed him again and he picked me up. He placed me down on the floor and got on top of me.
  I could feel his breath on my neck. He placed his lips on my collarbone. I tangled my hands in his hair.
  Blane was everything I wanted right now on this beautiful night. All the love and passion I was looking for. We were meant for each other.