Love Is Not Weakness

Chapter 2

Lexa curled up into her wraps to seek the most warmth she could capture. It was winter and the snow was falling excruciatingly slow as if to taunt her. Even though the snow did not contribute to her cause or work in her favor, Lexa still thought it to be lovely. She wondered how anyone could see it as a burden despite the cold feverish temperatures it brought upon people. She felt so hollow and her stomach churned every few minutes at the lack of food she had not sustained for days. And yet she saw the beauty in the snow.

The city was a lot less lively and busy than usual considering the weather. But that didn't stop the people walking past her on the streets of Polis to look the other way when they noticed her circumstance. Lexa was homeless. She had been abandoned by her parents when death sought them out. Even so Lexa found a way to work long hours and manage a living. She was content in the simplest of ways that is, until she met Thomas. It was all because of her lack of love for a man.

Thomas was madly in love with Lexa and how could you not be? She was humble in every sense and was admiringly quite a dreamer. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that delicate mind of hers. She thought the best of everyone and admittedly she was very attractive. Her long bronze curly hair resembled that of vines wrapping around a tree. She had a soul that was divine and rare. She was almost ancient in a way, like a sculpture crafted by Michelangelo perhaps. Her green eyes carried passion and wonderment wherever they landed. One could argue if there was to be an embodiment of the Earth's magnificent existence, Lexa was just that. She was gorgeous just like the Earth. But even though Thomas felt so strongly about Lexa, she could not make herself share the same requited love as he did.

Thomas was angered by this. He himself having a history of violence, which was viewed as bravery and was respected during this time, sought out revenge. Alas, a man's ego has been shattered because the woman he loved for reasons Lexa did not desire, retaliates in stubbornness and anger. He and his mates traveled to Lexa's home one night very much like bandits, and raided it. They destroyed everything Lexa had worked so hard for and Thomas being the man that he was, stole her innocence. That night was the worst night Lexa had ever lived.

The next morning, Thomas boasted about his manliness and told the story of taking Lexa to everyone in Polis. And what could she do? She was simply a fragile woman who was filled with nothing but love and Thomas was a man highly respected in regards to his competence. He also prolonged the false accusations to the citizens of Polis about how Lexa was a whore. A true sinner among the gods. And they believed him. Whether it be because of his slightly charming but deceiving smile or because he was a man and that was simply enough to go along with. And here Lexa was now, shivering in desolation, looking up to the skies, silently praying for a conviction of assurance.