Broken By Faith

Life with him

On a cold and starry winter. In a house like prison that my parents call home, looking in the old and vintage tapestry of my lineage; a whispered tale told of an ancestral power---a gift believed to bestow sight upon the ethereal red strings of destiny. These slender thread, delicately affixed to the index finger, eluded mortal gaze. Only those blessed with uncanny personalty and unique traits, possessed the ability to behold them.

A string that connects you to your soulmate, your fated partner in life and in death. As years passed, my ancestors created another generation that will passed down its power from generation to generation, unfortunately the ability to conjure its power weakend as the foreign blood was mixed into our family. And I Azalea Chandria, by a stroke of luck I manifested its power.

I can only use other ability as of now for i have yet turn 20 years old  to manifest its power entirely. I have always believed in fate, and that one day my destined one is the one i'm currently expecting. That is, Luther Ford the one that came to my dark and exhausting life and lead me to where comfort and warmth lies. A light whose presence stirred in the depths of my heart.

His love, a tapestry woven with threads of passion and devotion, captured my attention and adoration. After many years of spending our time with each other and years of encounters and interactions. He became my lover.

Luther Ford was a husband and boyfriend  material for many girls, he was sweet that could melt your heart, eyes that look at you gently will make waves in your emotions. And his smile was like a sun that shines brightly in the sky. He is tall and sturdy with perfect porportioned in every aspect; chestnut messy hair, ocean blue colored eyes, his face that match entirely of his over all , screams handsomeness and perfect.

Looking at the golden woven mirror. I can see my reflection clearly. Long silky hair; pitch black eyes with a little red hues; crimson thin lips and a pair of foxy eyes. To top with all that, sexy with all the curves, slender long legs and pale white skin.

Everyone said we were match made in heaven and were perfect for each other and I too believed that. We were like an old couple that had lived and loved each other for years and it felt heavenly, life was a bliss until "that" came in and invade our peaceful life.

Any names, place, events that you find familliar are just fictional that is created by imagination.