by Jessica Brumley
Sixth in the St. Patrick's Series

My fingers lightly strum the chords that have been playing in my head for a week. The haunting tune echoes throughout the empty room. The song is a reflection of my soul. I've always been a pretty stoic guy. I thought nothing could faze me. I thought I could withstand anything.

I was wrong.

This is a pain I didn't know I could feel. It's worse than when I found her kissing Xander. I was hurt. I had been betrayed. But she had still been mine.

Not this time.

I've finally lost her. Looking back, I knew it was only a matter of time before she moved on. She deserves someone better than me. But why did it have to be him!? How could I have been so blind? She's in love with someone else. I've known it since the hospital. There I was, comforting her, holding her when her eyes finally opened revealing that deep green color fringed with long dark lashes.

I was there for her. He wasn't!

Her lips opened as she struggled to make a sound. Then she said it. That name. The name that would haunt me for all eternity.