Blood-Soaked Winter

My life was a fairytale. It all seemed to fall into place so easily that I accepted infidelity with open arms. My eyes were covered by cloth woven with lies and wishful thinking.

He approached me, confident with a glowing halo. His temperament was warm as the first dawning sun warming ice after a harsh winter. His words were softly spoken to addle my head into a lovesick mess.

What a fool I was.
A fool who loved him wholly.
Believed in his fantastical promises of romance.

And now what? I was left drowning in the lake where he first confessed his love to me. In a dress, he gifted me on our anniversary. My hand is still adorned with a ring representing a marriage built on lies.

It wasn't just the water I was drowning in. Regret, disgust and hate weighed me down. Pulling me deeper and deeper.

I want to start again and see my dear friend. And tell him he was right. He was right all along.