Blades of Passion and Betrayal

She flinched when the blades slit her finger . A drop of blood falling seemed loud, clear in the dead silence. She quietly looked up, facing the seats. The spotlight hit the center of the crowd, not her this time but the crowd, her eyes followed the imaginary beam of light in the center, in front.
Two semi-blurred figures locked in a closed embrace, Love, the were in love, they are in love and she was no one to them . Her stunningly beautiful features seemed relaxed but her heart was crying of sadness, anger and aggression. She wanted to be in her place, there, locked in the same embrace, with him. Will she stay like this? Is she supposed to stay like this? No, why should she get affected? She was in love, a love which seemed almost impossible. Seemed? No. Surely impossible.