Of everyone in Heaven and Hell, she was the one I needed more than anything.
And I'd betrayed her.
I bit down the sob.
That night. That night she'd been with me.
I'd nearly said the word. Oh, I'd thrown it out before, as a joke, or as a simple affectionate little saying when we were together.
But that night I'd very nearly let slip that I loved her.
The word that would tie me to her and her to me even if she never said it back to me.
I sometimes almost thought I saw something in her eyes when she watched me.
And she'd... said that other word to me.
Mine.
In that warm, possessive, but above-all cherishing way.
How had we gone from that to... all this?
Easy.
My stupidity.
My selfishness.
My desire to be special, to have something special.
Had this all been a reaction to her w
