Standing Stones

Prologue          

         I stared at my reflection as it whispered on the banks of the river.  My long flowing red hair gently kissed my face as a cool breeze began to ignite.  I thought back on the times I had spent with him.  I thought back on the times when my life was free, when I had a choice.  But my choice was fatal; one that I would regret for all of time.  I lay back on the grassy banks and closed my eyes.  I could envision him just as he was, the last time I saw him. I wasn’t free anymore.  I wasn’t free from this pain and all of the agony that three words had caused me.  The power of words is remarkable, either damaging or loving.  It started as a great love affair, which turned into deceit, lies, and betrayal. It caused me to lose the two best things in my life. 
         See, things began rather strangely.  My whole life was based on one simple lie.  Or at least I thought it was a simple lie.  Who was I really? I can’t even tell you anymore.  I’ve been so caught up in everything I started to forget the truth.  Love can bind two people together so strongly that it starts to cloud one’s judgment, as it did mine.  I once thought that I had love in the palm of my hands, until one fateful day it was taken all away from me in a fit of rage. If it weren’t for him, then all this wouldn’t have happened.  But now I cannot turn back the hands of time.  What’s done is done, and I will have to live with the consequences for the rest of my life.  But as if my prayers were answered, love had been brought back into my life. Could I keep his love? Does he still need me like I need him?
         Slowly I opened my eyes, staring straight up into the clouds above me. My thoughts were flooded of him.  It had been years passed since I had left. Why was I still feeling this way? I know why; it’s because I still love him, and I still believe that I will one day see him again; whether in this world or the next. 
         But I made a choice, which in turn changed everything.  A choice that was probably best for the best of us.  I couldn’t help but wonder though, that if I had not made my decision, if we would still be together.  I fear that I cannot turn back the hands of time.  For that I am regretful.  I have lived my life to the fullest extent of my existence apart from my true love.  I can only move forward and not dwell upon the past.  But I fear that I must now make a choice that will forever change my life,  the choice to live a mortal life.  The secret got the better of us and of course tore us apart like I knew it would. To this day I will never forgive myself for what I have done nor will I forgive him for the pain he has caused me. This is my story.