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5:21 pm Busan
In this heartache, I am proven weak.
In this heartache, I see no solace.
In this heartache, my sleeve is cut - my love hung bare - and open for the taking.
And taken it was.
By the insentive, deceitful heir to my heart.
How stupid she must think of me. To get me to bed with shiny words and pretty eyes.
God... and I trusted her. I full heartedly believed in the hero act. That she was the knight - that she was my excuse to better myself, love myself and let be loved by someone else.
What a stupid thought that was.
To let my mind wander all the way into such a hopeless fantasy. To believe someone could really want me and me alone.
I really thought I was enough for once.
Wow. You truly are an idiot.
I close my eyes and try breathe through the sound of my throbbing heart. I can't believe I let myself fall so hard to get this cut.
I wish I could be taken by the ocean. I wish a giant wave would engulf my body and send me far away from here. At least then my tears (that are bound to come) would blend amongst the vast waters.
I could hide my pitiful sorrow.
I could hide.
"Jennie! I - I. Could we talk privately for a moment?" Lisa breaks through my thoughts.
"I told you, I'm going home"
"Baby don't" Lisa whispers fiercely and holds me so firm that I feel I might break.
A fragile me, under her strong wicked hand. I hate that, I hate how weak I she's made me feel. How much power she has over me - like a true villain.
An enemy of the heart. And a sorcerer of mine.
"Jen? Please"
It really was sorcery...The way she made me believe in us. In the pathetic and cliche story of two lost souls saving one another. Falling for one another.
