My Own Worst Nightmare [Prologue]

I heard footsteps coming into my room of quiet, of peace. I opened my eyes and I saw him. He smiled at me and I was scared. Why was he here? What was he doing here? I blinked once or twice, hoping he'd go away, but he didn't.

I felt him sit on the edge of my bed and hold onto my hand. He intertwined our fingers and looked me in the eyes. He kissed my hand gently, "Madelyn..." he began softly, but I thought I was imagining things. He isn't here. He hates me.

He had told me this exactly:
"If you love more than two people at the same time and you lose all of them, it can turn you crazy. Loving those who love you back and you have to choose is the hardest in the world. I realize now how stupid I was for leaving. I shouldn't have. I should have listened to reason. So, Madelyn, I'm sorry. My love for you, no matter your age or mine, is the most wonderful in the world. Choices are hard and I accepted your choice, a little rashly, but I did. And you are right to have chosen him, Madelyn. And I won't burden you with myself, but I don't want to watch you go crazy," he held onto my hand and finished it off with a kiss, "I love you."

I looked at him with sadness in my eyes. I was no longer crazy. I had him. He leaned up and hugged him tightly. I had someone now. It didn't matter which one of them it was. I was just glad that it was him. He'd been the one I wanted to truly choose. My second choice...