TOAW : Hillary : How to Decieve a Nightingale

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Matured Content, Trigger Warning

Indulge yourself.

A word that fully embalmed Hillary's soul. She indulged herself too much, the pressure of freedom. Could something like that exist? Tho freedom was everyone craved to grasp. They embraced the cage still. Hillary was too far beyond the pit, freedom took a tool on her. She took advantage of the thought of freedom.

In a life of a married couple. An understanding with freedom and boundaries were still there. Nymph was always supportive of her, she let her have fun. To fully enjoy and still seek friendship. To eat with friends and drink. Nymph had given her support and freedom and most importantly her dear heart, her undying love. Who could ask for more? Nymph made her felt so loved and respected.

Was it her fault that her freedom took a toll on her?

Am I losing it?

Hillary looks at the mirror, the vanity of the bathroom. She looked restless, tired at the guilt that loomed her soul. She was breathing harshly as if she was being chased down by something. She couldn't believe what happened the next thing she wakes up.

"Hillary?" She heard a man's voice and a gently knock on the closed door of the bathroom. She looked at herself, her naked body filled with hickeys, lips swollen and hair a mess. Between her legs were a different ache, it felt...good?

Hillary's breathe hitched as she put on her robe.

I've done it.

She felt lost, betrayed by her own body. There was no justice in this, she indulged herself. A kiss after the next mistake. She shouldn't have decided to join in the damned reunion. It was stupid and childish. She should've just stayed home where her wife was. It was a hard pill to swallow when Hillary realized her sin. She was in a different house, she slept in a different bed.

Her heart dropped, she touched her chest as it rises and falls. She looked at her shaking hand. The sound of the loud faucet didn't sink through her mind. The woman's lips quivered as she was wide awake with her damned mistake.

I cheated.

Hillary thought. Her mind was screaming, blaming her for what she had done. She had all the right to go away. To leave but she indulged herself. She talked to the man she knew she had a heartly connection with back before. She invited herself inside a dark trap, she was aware of it. Just that she thought of positive things that nothing else would happen after the talk.

She remembered. How they were talking to one another, 'catching up' as they say. You cannot be friends with your ex. That meant even the man you nearly married. She found herself sinking into the kiss, it felt different. The rush of alcohol filled her veins. She loved the way he held her against him. She tolerated it, she knows it'll go as far as that. It was depressing to think of but it kept repeating in her head. How she was undressed, how she fully offered herself right back into the arms of an ex.

Hillary swallowed the lump on her throat as she bit her nails, she was shaking. She didn't know what to do as the aftermath of their unforgiven pleasure fades. It was a temporary pleasure. A consent, a hasty one but she knew what she was doing. Hillary had an awaken mind, she simply just let herself fall into the trap.

She closed her eyes and covered her ears, the echoes of their moans.Their breathless movements. Hillary was dazed.

She knew what she did.

Hillary harshly opened the door and looked at Archibald, the man raised his brows at her angry expression. "What? After moaning my name, you're going to look at me like that?" The man said in a mocking tone and Hillary goes to scramble around the mess to find her essesntials. The man's eyes followed.