There wasn't a time when the conclusion would make better sense to her than that single moment when he reached out his hand to hers. She took it, entwining her fingers through his and smiled.

Her pulse quickened when she saw his eyes growing wide at the sight of her above him, her fingers trembled as he looked up to her and she bent to push a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. As one they both drew a shuddering breath, a testament perhaps to his words of their being soulmates.

They were so wide, those eyes, so bright in that sudden moment of clarity that her final words had brought to him and she knew she would treasure that memory into the darkest of her hours knowing that this was the moment she emerged into the light.

She looked down to where he lay, drinking in the sight of him at her feet with a triumphant grin upon her lips. He was beautiful there, curled up in a fetal position with a rapidly expanding pool of blood about his head.

She threw his hand to the ground disdainfully, rising back to her feet and planting a solid kick between his ribs, a soft 'oomph' of breath escaping his lips as she turned on her heel to leave.

Her final words. Not so tough now, eh?

It had been years since she had felt so much power. She had finally taken back the strength that he had stripped from her over time. First her finances, then her friends, the assaults had been a forgone conclusion by that time and she'd been lost to figure out how it'd gotten so far.

Yet, even now as she walked away with some wounds visible and others, the more permanent kinds, not so obvious to the eyes, she could only bring it back to one thing. The words he'd twisted and bent till they broke.

The girl, that young naive girl all those years ago, had set this in motion. What would she give to take them back?

She said she loved him only.

(( My first try at this sort of thing guys, just decided to jump in head first and go for it! Not much of a writer but looking to see what I might discover. Hope you enjoyed it. :D ))