She was my love, my life, my everything. Once upon a time, we were engaged-barely days away from our wedding. Our plan was pretty simple until clouds cast a heavy shadow on our little paradise. In a matter of hours, the dream turned into a nightmare- one wrong decision was enough to ruin everything. Infidelity. A murder. And six years later, the results of my actions still tormented me. Does time heal wounds? And if so, how long does it take for a broken soul to heal? I regretted my actions, begged her to forgive me, but it was too late. I'm the one to blame. Guilty as charged. I don't deserve her, yet I want her back. I need her more than the air I breathe. Lurking in the shadows of my empty existence, I've waited for six years to claim her, and God help me, I will. The opportunity to reverse all the facts, change the past, and have everything I want suddenly knocks on my door. I used to ask myself how far a man goes when he has lost everything. Let me tell you something - you have no idea.
Once upon a time, I backed off. But I was done waiting. Enough was enough. I've waited for my only chance to claim her for six years. And I did it - I challenged faith and asked for everything I once lost. Two days later, I found myself under arrest for a double homicide, and the victims were the monsters who kidnapped, abused, and tortured my girl to death. I had a motive, the know-how, and no alibi. I was a doctor- I'd given an oath to save lives, not taking them away, but I was also a man who had sworn to end the bastards. Guilty? Or not guilty? I admit it- quite a dilemma for the authorities. Nothing personal, but I wasn't exactly willing to cooperate. What if I did it? Who could blame me if I did kill them?. And the perfect crime was blamed on me- no fingerprints, no DNA samples, no eyewitness, no trace left behind. Yes, I was risking going to jail, but the only thing that mattered was winning my girl back. Would she stand by me in thin and thick? That's what I wanted and, since the game would be played on my terms, it was up to me. Right?
I never give up but fight ruthlessly till the bitter end. You all know that well by now. I corrected most of my mistakes; yet, there are some more I still needed to pay for, and some dark secrets might separate us forever. I’ll do my best to avoid it, but one never knows. Should I tell her the truth, though? Is there a right time to talk about my lousy actions? She lost everything she’d worked hard for; I was investigated for double homicide, risking going to jail and never know my own child. Guilty or not guilty? The time to answer that question had come. What you might not know about me is that I’d walk through hell for my girl. Am I ready for one more battle? Sure. Let it come.
She was my love, my life, my everything. Once upon a time, we were engaged-barely days away from our wedding. Our plan was pretty simple until clouds cast a heavy shadow on our little paradise. In a matter of hours, the dream turned into a nightmare- one wrong decision was enough to ruin everything. Infidelity. A murder. And six years later, the results of my actions still tormented me. Does time heal wounds? And if so, how long does it take for a broken soul to heal? I regretted my actions, begged her to forgive me, but it was too late. I'm the one to blame. Guilty as charged. I don't deserve her, yet I want her back. I need her more than the air I breathe. Lurking in the shadows of my empty existence, I've waited for six years to claim her, and God help me, I will. The opportunity to reverse all the facts, change the past, and have everything I want suddenly knocks on my door. I used to ask myself how far a man goes when he has lost everything. Let me tell you something - you have no idea.
Once upon a time, I backed off. But I was done waiting. Enough was enough. I've waited for my only chance to claim her for six years. And I did it - I challenged faith and asked for everything I once lost. Two days later, I found myself under arrest for a double homicide, and the victims were the monsters who kidnapped, abused, and tortured my girl to death. I had a motive, the know-how, and no alibi. I was a doctor- I'd given an oath to save lives, not taking them away, but I was also a man who had sworn to end the bastards. Guilty? Or not guilty? I admit it- quite a dilemma for the authorities. Nothing personal, but I wasn't exactly willing to cooperate. What if I did it? Who could blame me if I did kill them?. And the perfect crime was blamed on me- no fingerprints, no DNA samples, no eyewitness, no trace left behind. Yes, I was risking going to jail, but the only thing that mattered was winning my girl back. Would she stand by me in thin and thick? That's what I wanted and, since the game would be played on my terms, it was up to me. Right?
I never give up but fight ruthlessly till the bitter end. You all know that well by now. I corrected most of my mistakes; yet, there are some more I still needed to pay for, and some dark secrets might separate us forever. I’ll do my best to avoid it, but one never knows. Should I tell her the truth, though? Is there a right time to talk about my lousy actions? She lost everything she’d worked hard for; I was investigated for double homicide, risking going to jail and never know my own child. Guilty or not guilty? The time to answer that question had come. What you might not know about me is that I’d walk through hell for my girl. Am I ready for one more battle? Sure. Let it come.