What A Beautiful Mess
10-28-2014, 10:25 PM
How she just wanted to run away from it all. It would be the best for the man. For her to vanish and to never return, to make it seem like she never even existed. Like it was all just a dream. But, it was too late to run away. No way could she tend the babes all her own, she needed him. Perhaps that is why the gods cursed her with this pregnancy, so that she could not flee. So that she was tied to Quelt in so many, uncountable ways. And she was angry that she put the man in such a position. She was angry that she could not release the man from the hell that was her life. He did not need to be trapped by her gravity. Venus had no moons. He spoke of giving her all the pleasure she desired; he spoke of her no longer needing to be a whore. Oh, how he simply did not understand! Leaving behind such an addiction would be like taking heroin away from a drug addict. Almost impossible. To stay faithful to the same touch, she feared she would grow bored. Then how her heart would mourn so fiercely for such acts. It's not that easy, Quelt! You don't understand. It's not something that can so easily be changed magically. This isn't a fairy tale. Words were forced through tears as she leaned into his embrace. The warmth he offered was comforting, oh so comforting. How she never wanted to let this go, but she needed to. He needed to. You cannot fight for something that isn't worth fighting for. I cannot offer you the life you want. I cannot promise to be faithful, to not stray. I cannot promise to never hurt you, because I will. Can't you understand you are begging to be completely heartbroken? Nobody deserves a life like that. I don't even know if I am capable of changing. I'm not that strong. . . She would push into him with as much strength she had, clinging onto him with her right paw as if he was all that kept her holding onto to this planet. You're so damn stupid, Quelt! How could you put yourself in such a place to be hurt? my actions | my words | my thoughts |