Good Day my cherished Otherbeasts!
I decided to do a bit of fictional non-fictional creative writing. :3
She looked up at him through dark, tear-rimmed lashes. Her milk chocolate
brown eyes focused on him, the golden flecks in her irises catching the
light and glinting with hurt and concealed pain.
"How could you
do this to me," she questioned softly as she looked down at her hands. Her
fingernails were torn up and bitten to the quick. She turned her hands
over and looked at her palms. They were damp and splotchy from the hot
blood coursing through her veins. She placed them on her denim-clad
thighs and rubbed them vigorously, quelling the urge to touch him.
had been 5 months coming. Ah, but she knew. Somewhere in her heart she
had always known. She often second-guessed herself, and that meant
second-guessing her gut instincts as well. Something she swore she
wouldn't ever question again. If I had just trusted myself... trusted my feelings, she thought, none of this would have happened... and it would have been over a long time ago. She
realized that she was staring at nothing in particular and her eyes now
felt grainy and dry. She blinked and a single tear fell onto her jeans,
making a dark blue spot that she began to stare at.
he started, "listen... I know what you must be...", he trailed off and
then sighed. The words were failing him, just as she knew they would.
Her anger seethed up inside of her, threatening to boil over and scald
She hissed at him, "You can't possibly understand how I am feeling right now."
stared at him coldly. Her eyes becoming vacant and dark. She looked
away again, the tears threatening to consume her in a tempest.
stared at her, unsure of how to proceed. He was caught between a
boulder and a slab of cement. He knew that she knew, but even admitting
it would completely unravel all the intricate lies he had spent so many
years weaving. Though if he were to try and lie again to her she would
know, without a shadow of a doubt, his betrayal and his twisted words.
She would know because her information came from a source unseen, a
source that wasn't him. He cursed and slammed his fist into the wall,
leaving it there and leaning his forehead against it.
her head. Standing before her was not the man she had known. The man
she knew was strong, proud and regal. This was not that man anymore. She
saw him through new eyes, through a new spectrum. She saw before her a
child. A scared, lonely and insecure little boy who had to create life around
him because he was so afraid of being unworthy. She saw a demon, raging
against what he knew was right, struggling to prevail and win this
battle. She saw a monster, hideous and lecherous... but what she really saw... was her biggest mistake.
Until Next Time,