Delilah lifted her head, yet again staring out her first-floor bedroom window. Across the park, clearly visible, were the man and another woman. Her heart gave a pang as she saw him whisper something in the other woman's ear, making her laugh. His beautiful hazel eyes, gleaming with affection as he looked down at her. It hurt.

It hurt so, so much.

Far more than it should.

Delilah closed her eyes briefly, lowering her face again. Kaleb. That was his name. She had never forgotten it, not since he first spoke to her so many years ago. They had been childhood friends, had talked to each other about anything and everything, and had trusted the other with their lives, almost. Kaleb had trusted Delilah. Delilah had trusted Kaleb. And eventually, that friendship?... she began to value it, more, perhaps, than she should have. She began to think of it as more. And this was what she got for actually feeling, Delilah thought miserably. Betrayal. Pain. Hurt, grief, torture, agony. Anguish and heartache. And nothing more. Her heart gave another sharp twist as Kaleb brought his face closer to his fiancé's, pressing his lips gently against the woman's cheek.

Delilah looked away from the scene of the happy couple across the street in the park. That should be me! her heart cried silently. Why must you keep tearing me into little pieces, Kaleb? Can't you see? I've loved you since we were seven. Since we met. Since you first decided to talk to me. I've always loved you. Always.

And today, only today, had she recieved the wedding invitation of Kaleb Ross and Ruby Smith. Delilah knew Ruby. She knew Ruby was a nice girl. She and Kaleb had only met two years ago, when Delilah and Kaleb were out having some fun with old friends.

But then, that's what made this all the more painful.

Every time she saw the two together, Delilah felt as though an iron rod heated to 2500° C had been pressed against her chest, and held there. Like she was an expensive, unwanted china vase, carelessly dropped and cracked into pieces, too shattered to put together again. Like a piece of wood, cut with the grain and split down the middle. But what hurt her most was the fact that Kaleb had neglected to tell her, Delilah, his best friend since they were seven, that he was getting married to one of her friends. They told each other everything. But he hadn't told her one of the most important things in his life. And that hurt more than anything else so far.

Delilah allowed only one small tear from each of her pale blue eyes, even after promising herself that she wouldn't shed a tear for her heart breaking so badly for Kaleb. The tiny, liquid diamonds fell onto the reddish wooden butt of the small .22 Magnum in her hands, and she glanced up at her room once more, at the ivory walls, white ceiling, and eggshell bedspread and carpet. All of it, she knew, would soon be ruined. Delilah sighed quietly, fingering the hammer of the small revolver in her fingers. A sad, empty expression took over her features, and she sat on the corner of her bed, facing the window. All she could see was out the window at the happy couple.

Delilah's pale blue eyes fixed on Kaleb's happy, cheerful face one last time, being the last thing she saw before she put the end of the small barrel to her right temple and pulled the trigger.