THE SIREN'S BECOMING.

SEVEN MINUTES

NEEGAN'S POV.

Her eyes glittered and pulled me in; I could do nothing but obey.

She had a smile that could end a war. Every time she smiled at me, I felt weak, as if all the tendons in my body had stopped working, and just stared in awe as this beautiful woman brought me back to life.

I could see us sitting on a porch staring at the sunset. Everyone in my body craved for her; she was the air that I breathe without her in felt like nothing.

Anytime she was not near me, I was mean, and all I wanted was her presence. I had been with his dress, of women, and none of them had made me feel the way that she had. It felt as if I was finally alive

Like all these years, I had just been walking around like a bag of bones, and all of a sudden, this woman who seemed to be so fragile when I first met her had lit my soul on fire.

When I was close to her, it felt like I was burning. What I had for her was scorching, and I just stood there and let it consume my whole being. It didn't matter the damage it could do; all I wanted was to feel that happiness for a couple more minutes.

My soul craved her in ways I never thought were possible.

As my lifeless body lay on the ground, my hand reached out to grab her face. All I wanted was just a touch. To look into her eyes and let it all consume me.

My hand traced her cheekbones and cupped her face in my hand, and I just stared. Her eyes looked sad as she stared at me. Her beautiful face was full of tear streaks, and all I wanted to do was tell her that it was okay.

I had dreamed too big, and the sun had scorned me, but it had felt good while it lasted.

In my head, all I could think about was the first day I had seen her. I had been captivated by her beauty and had lost it, and that had been the beginning of my problem.

All the memories flooded my head, and all I could do was lie there as I stared into oblivion, hoping that it would last forever. The sound of her laughter warmed my heart, and in that moment, it hit me that I was never going to hear that again.

This was it.

I was not going to wake up and see her with coffee, smiling at me, as I was the best thing she had seen. The days of me dancing with her were finally over. It hit me that I was not going to see her beautiful face again. That face that I had grown to love so much.

I did not want to let go; I couldn't.

How could I possibly give up on someone I had wanted so much that she consumed everything in me?

I thought about the kids we could have had. How much I would have wanted them to have her eyes because they were full of life, unlike my dead eyes. The dinners we could have cooked together, and the laughter of finally realising I had everything I had ever wished for in life. The fighting and the making up.

Her smile.

She smiled at me and kissed me, and my body was too weak to do anything. I just lay there and let the ear escape my eye and wondered what my mistake had been. The only problem was that I had done too much damage to know which one of them had set this play in motion.

"I'm so sorry, baby ", she said, crying, and my heart ached for her.

I felt helpless as much as a dead man would feel, I presume. I watched as the tears ran down her face, and all I could do was point to my pocket and hope she saw.

Her hands reached into my pocket, and I couldn't tell what emotion was behind her eyes as she stared at the little box that was meant to be our future. I watched as her eyes filled with sadness and regret, and she just sat there staring at me and at the ring that was supposed to be hers.

Sad that I had been robbed of the chance of making her the happiest woman. Saddened that I couldn't give her the only thing that she ever wanted, to be married and happy.

She never wanted much. The fancy cars and homes never made her happy; all she ever wanted was to be loved and happy, and I could have given her that, but we had been robbed.

Somebody had thought that we were not worth happiness, and then it hit me like a brick.

We had been extra careful to make sure something like this didn't happen. Every visitor at the party wanted me dead, but we all had something that one wanted sp at the end of it all; no one wanted me to be alive more than them.

I remembered the drinks and her enthusiasm to get away from everyone and wondered when she had managed to slip something in.

I had loved her with everything in me. And had managed to be completely blind. Why had I thought that it was going to work? I had given her no choice but to choose me.

Sometimes they say that hate trumps love, and in that moment, as I lay there staring at the love of my life, I realised I could never be what she wanted. She was deeply stuck in whatever hellhole she had found solace in, and nothing else mattered to her.

She didn't feel loved by me, and neither did she feel at peace with me. As she stared at my cheeks covered in tears, I wondered if, in that moment, she regretted it. I wondered now that she had a glimpse of what it could have been, did she want to undo all the damage she had done, or was she too far gone?

I could feel my heart fighting to explode. The pain I felt was unbearable, and a part of me wondered if it was due to what was killing me or the breaking of my heart.

A tear ran down my cheek as I tried to grab her hand, ready to lash out at her, but I couldn't. Not because I didn't have the energy in me, but how could I?

"I love you ", was the last thing I heard as I let the darkness engulf me in forever torment.