we don't have to live this way
02-27-2014, 10:42 PM
She felt defeated, physically pained. There was little in her capable of believing that he could change, that he would even want to. After all, if he were willing to change and capable of change, then why was it that he hadn't done so already? She watched him continue to go, slowly, but purposefully. She knew he meant to leave altogether, knew he meant to go on as if this meeting had never taken place, as if she hadn't been the only one standing by him in spite of his worst fears. She knew she should be angry, should be hurt by his choices. She knew she should have turned away from him long ago, perhaps even when he'd been a child. Half of her knew it was more her fault than anyone's that he was the way he was. She had raised him, if there were anyone to blame it was her. Her chest ached, as if someone were slowly wrenching her heart out with a shallow spoon, taking care to gnarl through each and every artery and vein before finally extracting it whole and somehow still beating. Every fiber of her being ached for him, wished and hoped that he might turn, that he might change his mind. He would utter words, narrowly and pointedly avoiding her question in its entirety. A growl slithered from her throat, biting at him like some hungry viper. Spitefully she would glare at him, childishly she would whine. ?That wasn't the question,? she spat, more out of hurt than any other pain. She lay upon the earth in a worn heap of metal, her curves contouring to the plain below her. Claws dug hard into the ground, as if she feared sliding off of the face of the earth, leaving deep gouges in their wake. He would utter a verse, to which she thought she must've misunderstood. There was no power in heaven or hell strong enough to grant her the only wish she'd ever truly longed for - him. But alas, said power had been created and unloosed upon her life, culminating in the finality of his words. ?Oh,? she would voice, the only phrase her mind could formulate, her lips could utter. ?I promise to be your ultimate conquest,? she murmured, nearly silent in her sudden efforts to narrow the gap between them. Claws would dig in hard and fast, reeling her toward him. Longingly her muzzle would seek him, any part of him. Lovingly her tongue would seek to dote kiss after kiss upon his flesh, until he was smothered in her affection. ?You are my dream come true.? ?speech,? |
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