Broken (Completed and editing)

The devil stole my tears too

"She knew, the day he broke her heart, that love was either the greatest joke, the world has ever told us, Or, the greatest and most felt truth.

Veronica's POV:-

I did not cry in the shower, my weak tear glands were now showing a strong hold on themselves, but i'd like to think that it was all me. I was experiencing something along the lines of  everything and nothing.

I was not weak. No. Not again.

Though my mind was a spiral slide of conclusions so horrible that i really was scared, but my heart tried to repair itself and let go of this at the same time.

Before i could walk out in the same room as him-i'd chanted in my head that it was okay. Nothing was wrong. He might have been surprised and i was just making it all up.

I was convincing myself, again, for him. I was pleading myself to just see it the other way. The tears may have subsided finally for a long time now maybe-i just had a feeling they did-but nothing was the same.

I had to go on and do that, right? I just had to? What the fuck was i expecting? You know what he has done to you in the past four months, still.

Yes still.

Now it wasn't just the hurt, sadness  or the grief. It was now turning into anger. Being denied of all that i have ever wanted was now burning me with rage also the fact that i was trying to just let it go. Not hold on to it. Why was i making excuses to forgive it all.

I walked out to find him sitting on the bed his head in his hands, elbows planted on his knees, still shirtless. Muscles tense and sexy all along.

My presence made him jump headfirst in panic. He stood up instantly staring at me with those dark green pools. I walked to the dresser and dried my hair while he watched me with a mayhem growing in power behind his eyes.

I didn't have anything to speak, not anymore. What do i even say to this. He is stripping me of everything i have ever had and i already had little to begin with.

I thought this was supposed to be my happy ending no matter what he held from me. No matter how my sensible mind was manipulated by me to jump head first into my hearts commands.

For the first time neither did i give a fuck about why i was married to him in the first place nor about what dad was keeping from me. And he was or maybe had ruined it. The ignorance. My ignorance.

"So you won't even talk about it now?"  He asked looking at me through the mirror.

"What do you want to hear?"

"No shit! Don't play that fucking game with me Veronica!" He pointed a finger at me taking a step forward. Stature Impatient for me to speak, and so i did.

"Yes i played a dirty little game because your eyes and your body speak different languages!! I wanted reassurance! I wanted to know what was going on! It was simple as fuck from the very start Aaron!" i turned and strode towards him and spoke in a dangerously calm voice.

"At first you wanted me to be with you but I didn't. You wanted me to climb in your bed under you, and give myself to you and i didn't wanna do that. Now i want you, No....wait, scratch that-i fucking need you. Aside from all that you and my father are hiding from me. I need you. But sadly i was never desirable enough to any fucking body" this was no time for tears to spring this was time to get what i wanted. But what did i really want? Regardless i didn't stop.

"Yes i heard you and my father talking in the living room on thanksgiving. Despite THAT i want you!" My finger poked on his chest mockingly feeling the tense muscle beneath. Even though it was just my fingertip yet i felt a mayhem underneath it.