It was ultimately his finding out that broke her. She was fine with this feeling as long as he didn't know about it. She was fine with the power he had over her as long as he didn't figure out he had it. But now he knew. And it was tearing her apart. Just another knife, just another knife, just another knife. Just more pain. Nothing new. Oh, how she wished those words were true. She had known pain, loneliness, betrayal, the feeling of being used, the feeling of being forgotten, oh yes she knew them very well. They were like old friends. But this pain was new. When it struck, it would strike with a new force and a new pain. When he didn't know the worst he could have done was clumsily scrape and scratch her. Nothing she couldn't handle. But now? Now the knife was steady and aimed straight at her heart. She could see him stab her with full force, watching her bleed then turning away and moving on. And that thought made her sick. That knife was like a present given in trust. While she expected nothing less than betrayal at this point. The thought of him of all people betraying her made her want to scream and bred an irrational hatred and anger towards him. She felt stupid and revealing and she resolved to melt the iron right back over her heart, exactly where it was before he found her. But when she saw him again, and she would, the world will flip over and she'll fall right back down again.
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My Short Stories/ Ideas
Truyện NgắnThese are my short story/ ideas. I usually come up with them late at night when I'm feeling down or losing control so they might be a bit depressing. Most of these will stem from what's going on in my real life so sorry if I end up ranting or compla...
