Playing With Fire

My back was to his face. The air filled with scented candles and silence. My quiet sobs bounced off the walls and wood flooring.
This wasn't the way things were supposed to happen, everything was supposed to be happy ad all smiles. It was like everything to a wrong turn and slipped right through our fingertips.
"Jacci.. Please, just talk to me..." He placed his freezing hand on my arm.
"Why." I asked.
That's what I chose to say. Out of all the things to say, I said "Why?!"
I should have just let it go, other wise nothing would of happened... Tragedy struck then, I couldn't have stopped no matter what I did. Nothing would change what we did, what we said, or how we reacted....