KyasarinKishinuma

Five years. Five long, dreadful years since I had seen my beloved Catherine. Five long, dreadful years since I had tried to forever forget her. Four years since she had brutally been shoved back into my life. Had I met Matthew or not, I would still have been paralyzed by my love for her, unable to ever cross her out of my life. Her bright blue eyes, her precious smile, her dancing curly hair, I was bound to these memories I had of her, destined to zealously guard them. I was unable to let go of the woman of my life. After I met our son, I dedicated all my time to finding her. I had to bring her back home. I became a cop to destroy what had destroyed her life, crime. And from there, I began my investigation. I promised Matthew I’d bring his mother back to us. And I’d keep that promise, if it was the last thing I did. It was past midnight, one night, when I came back from work. My uniform was absolutely soaked from the pouring rain that pounded the lonely night

Silence. That was all I got from Catherine after the one night she had finally come back to me. Oh, life, why must you be so cruel to me? You placed her back within my reach, only to pull her back away, forcing me to watch helplessly as she drowns further and further in her depression. It’s a known fact I don’t know how to swim. You’re using me the one weakness I have to keep me from saving my love, my precious Catherine, and I’ll never be able to forgive you for it. Struggling against these chains that drag me down whenever I do try to swim, I feed on anger everyday. And you know how short of a temper I have. It wasn’t long before I was boiling with rage every time I saw Catherine’s somber face, every time I heard her name, everytime I woke up in the morning knowing the situation hadn’t changed. Knowing I hadn’t been able to save her yet. Caroline used to tease her and I. She’d call us, as she’d put it, a ‘stubbornness power couple’. She may have been wrong in assuming we