The moment the door fell with a loud thud my heart stopped beating.
Over the last week, I came to the conclusion that I no longer cared about Darcy, that I had no feelings for him anymore, but that was only my hurt pride and feelings talking. There was so much that happened over the short period... everything changed faster than I could catch up. I directed my confusion and anger at him, blaming him for what was out of our control.
But now, being this close to losing him, I know that I do not hate him... that I do care about him a lot.
I'm sure of that now because at this moment my heart stopped as I waited to see Darcy... praying to the Moon Goddess that he was alive... that I would not see his lifeless body on the other side.
The idea of losing him right now made me shiver in fear.
