Short Story on Love Relationship

I can spot his mistake. Previously, he would confess to being wrong before anyone could tell. Now she is making him so happy he forgets to notice his own faults. She shows him the features she loves, and he must believe her, because he loves her more than he could ever hate himself. So now he is happy, he is loved. He no longer dwells on what he's done, but rather what he does. So he puts all he is into being everything she needs and wants. Now she is the only thing he cares about. Yes, he is happy. And she is happy. They are both happier than they have ever been before... And now no one else wants anything to do with them. They don't need anything from anyone, they have each other. They aren't offering anything to anyone; they could never waste an opportunity to give a little more to each other. So no one cares for them any more. They don't mind. In fact, they don't notice.

One day she isn't there. She'll be back, in an hour or two... He sits alone, waiting for her, for a while. Soon he notices that he is not alone in this room; with only his thoughts of her... there are several others, involved in their own lives, those lives which he once could have claimed to be a part of. He approaches one. Someone familiar… yet clearly not a friend. Not any more. He asks a question, starts a conversation, and tries his best to remember this stranger. The stranger blinks, pauses, walks away. He cannot find any better reaction in this crowded room. He decides it doesn't matter anyway.

She comes back. She has been trying her best to ignore the rest of the world and keep him in her focus... but she can't quite disconnect completely. Her life has left her, but she can't help holding on to what little she can still reach. She knows if she le...

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...as not easily enforced. For is someone punished when it would be worse for that someone if they were not punished? If this same friend had done nothing in self reprimand, the resulting existence with seemingly less pain would be in fact much more painful to endure. This friend loved our 'her' more than anyone could ever love another, so in living a normal life, in letting her death go unavenged, her friend would in fact be bearing a much larger burden than what in fact took place.

Had this friend somehow managed to meet another who could find some good inside of this person who had been so stupid as to indirectly sentence their best friend to death; maybe this fact could have been momentarily forgotten. Maybe this cycle could have started over. Maybe another soul could have been removed from the world for no reason. Maybe I should go on, but maybe this is enough.