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.
It 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.
"Sweetheart", 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 him viciously.
She hissed at him, "You can't possibly understand how I am feeling right now."
She stared at him coldly. Her eyes becoming vacant and dark. She looked away again, the tears threatening to consume her in a tempest.
He 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.
She raised 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.
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Until Next Time,
<3 Shade
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