Bleeding Through the Veil of Scars

𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎

This is the best way to wrap your blanket around you. 

Soft on the top and hard and warm to put your body weight on.

Oh, and also, for some reason, my pillow is hard and weird today. 

But it does feel nice.

For a brief moment, everything felt perfect.

My pillow also smells different today. It smells like lavender. It is soothing and comforting, and it is gentle on my insides.

But I have never used any lavender fragrances until now.

Oh, wait.

I opened my eyes.

The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft light across the room.

I stirred, feeling the comforting warmth.

My weird, comforting, and warm way blanket was none other than my husband, Lucien Beauchene!

What the fuck is he doing here in my room?

And why does he have me in his embrace? As if sleep together every night.

As if we were an actual couple.

I was his wife, yes, but in name only. Our marriage was a strategic alliance, not a romantic one.

As I soaked in this scene, the display of moments from last night, played in my head.

"Please don't leave me alone, Lucien."

"I need you Lucien."

Oh cazzo.

I carefully extricated myself from Lucien's embrace and slipped out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. 

Eleanor must be feeling bad.

But I hope she understands that we can't get everything, every time, we want.

And I also hope that she understands that sometimes, even I need my husband.

I had let my guard down, and shown vulnerability. And now, I had to face the consequences.

By the time I emerged, Lucien was awake and sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression thoughtful. 

He looked up as I entered the room, his eyes softening.

"Morning, Perle," he said, his voice gentle.

"Morning," I replied, trying to keep my tone light. "Did you sleep well?"