Not the seventh of heaven, but the depest of hell.

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Love is not happiness, not inspiration, not flattery, nor excitement. For love is sorow, jealousy, possesion and torment ...

Loving someone is the hardest thing for her to try. It's not really the love that's hard to give, it's the trust because love for her is incognito and trust is not her fondness. She cursed it the moment she gave it to him and he just took it for granted, yet he knows that that is the greatest thing she could give.

It all started with a smile from him and a roll of eyes from her. He insisted until she gave in. Then all of a sudden he's gone. The next thing she knew was her trust--her only trust was wasted like a left-over food.

Her heart was then a million figments, figments that trust him still in all ways. For he to her is trust and trust to her is love.

She didn't know love. No one taught her. No one ever let her feel it. Trust is all she knows because her mother used to say, "Trust o one but yourself ... and me." Then that night, that taunting night, her mother was laid on the floor, pale from the loss of blood scattered in the surface. Oh, there her great father is, holding that shiny thing on the right hand and liqour on the left. On the table are the stones that caused him to e this way, to do this awful and immoral and disgusting thing to her mother. Though he's crying, his tears wouldn't change a thing,it wont bring her mother back. So she let her father join herf mother on the floor.

Since then, it's only herself she can trust. But she gave it away, she gave it away to some fucking dick-faced asshole that broke her trust. The worst thing is that she can't hate him.

Though it didn't inspire her to do better deeds. Though her melancholy is greater than her gladness. Though her pain is more palpable than her smile. And though she felt the deepest of hell rather the seventh of heaven, he would always be the wonderful part of her.

With that same knife that took her mother's life, she took her TRUST and life as well.

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My first-ever work uploaded. Only now have I gotten the guts. :))))))) This is not really my genre, don't even know how I've come to this ending. haha :-) PS: No rude comments please? ^^

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