Have you ever felt Heaven? They felt Heaven. With every muscle of their being, they felt Heaven. Or at least a cheaper imitation. They'd devoted themselves to it. They'd vowed it, till death separated them.
They'd lied.
They hated each other now. One wouldn't have dinner ready on time, the other wouldn't clean the garage, and so they found cause to argue, to scream, occasionally to slam doors. These things wouldn't have been so significant, but they already hated each other and just needed any reason to show it.
They rarely spoke. They served each other's needs, but no longer cared about each other's happiness. They found no comfort in each other's arms, no intimacy in an embrace. They had lost the one quality which had brought them together: passion. They had no passion anymore. Not for each other, or for anything else. Life had drained them, and so they went their own ways.
It wasn't long before they both found solace and warmth in the arms of someone else. The timing was just right so that they could devote new energy to this newfound endeavor. But when they both woke in the morning, they were overcome with guilt.
Guilt. They knew the meaning of it, but now it was real, and eating away at their hearts. So guilty, in fact, that they couldn't even defend themselves from their own mental accusations.
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I should mention that I'm saving these and compiling them so that at the end I can put them all together in a more fluid form. For now, though, I like this format.
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