tw: abuse?
He couldn't hold it anymore, she was right there in front of him; all he wanted was a touch, an affirmation that what he felt was what she wanted too. He laid his hands on her face, it was a small and gentle move, nothing abrupt but enough for her to know what he wanted. She looked into his eyes and he moved closer, he couldn't hold it; his emotions were spilling and his restraint was already broken and smashed on the floor. "Please" she whispered and tears streaked down her cheeks, she was trembling. Oh. he wasn't the one, and she knew it; he was the one who didn't know. He was lost in his own emotions caught up between what was real and fake. Love? She had never felt comfortable in his space. This was the price he paid for the hearts he had stolen himself, and it sure did hurt like hell. "I'm sorry" he whispered, the words trailed up her spine; she shook even more. As he stood up she flinched as if his merest movement caused her pain. Had he really hurt her in this way? Why. why. Why why. WHY. WHY. She was just as ignorant as the rest. She would come to her senses if she would just feel and listen. "I love you," he said, "You do too". She shook her head and covered her face with her hands. Her beautiful hands, soft and slender. They were supposed to be his wife's hands. They were his hands. She was his, and that was all. Wasn't that how it all worked? It was. It was. It was. It was. She was his and there was no other. "She did this to you didn't she?" It was all her fault, she had brainwashed his poor love, forcing her to see him as the enemy, and her as the hero. But it was wrong. It was so wrong. He was the hero, he had always been the hero, and he would stay one. "I'm going to kill her. I'm going to hurt her so bad shell never come back. And shell never hurt you again. We'll be happy." They'd be happy. They would. They would be so happy. But it would only happen when she was gone. "Love, I will make this right. I'll be back for you don't cry." She was sobbing uncontrollably now, and it angered him. Was she feeling bad for that beast of a girl? What had she done? What did she do that was better than him? She was just an ordinary street rat, no worse. She was an evil who had tricked and fouled her way through the world. She did not belong here, and he was going to take her out. "You will stop crying once she is brought down. You will realize I am the one for you, the only one for you. And there is no other." Yes his plan would work. He would kill her and his love would be returned. Yes. yes. Yes. yes. Yes. But why was his love not happy? She sat in the same corner crying and crying. "Stop it. She does not deserve your tears. You deserve me and I deserve you. There is no other. Stop crying. Stop crying. STOP CRYING." he slapped her, and her crying had ceased. Only a shocked face returned. Her eyes were red. Her cheek reddened, a beautiful red, the color of her hair. He loved that red, it only came from her. It was the only red he wanted. "In the end, you'll know I did this for you." and he had walked off, leaving her shaking in the room.
