My my, how things CHANGE
He bowed before her, barely looking like he could even keep himself standing. He at least managed to look pitiful, like he had never meant any of this to happen. But it had. It had happened. Ice spilled through her veins, blocking out the cold of the winter as it wrapped around her heart, locking it in a frigid box. His betrayal cut bone deep, a lesson she would always remember. His immediately denial meant nothing to her, it fell on deaf ears. She didn't want to hear another word he had to say even as he claimed to have never physically betrayed her. But, he had. It would spill from his own lips that he harbored feelings for this woman, that she had a part of his heart. He might as well just rip her heart out now. When he spoke of his history, she would flinch back as though he had struck her. Othello. It was a name that was forever branded into her brain. His voice was a harsh whisper, his claims, and silent pleas for forgiveness meant nothing, they rolled off her like water. Her anger had yet to be curbed, her betrayal only worsened with each word.
Not once in his speech had he said 'I love you', not once. He wanted to protect her, to help her, but he didn't say that he loved her. Her vision blurred with unshed tears that she refused to allow to fall. She would not cry. Not another tear would be wasted on him. "You don't love me. You love her." She would spit the accusation at him like it left a bad taste in her mouth. Her singular gaze burned like liquid fire. Her body trembled as her heart shattered into a million little pieces. The desire to spill his blood was overwhelming, it clouded her mind and pulled her a step closer. No, she couldn't do that, physical wounds heal. She wanted to make him feel the pain that radiated in her chest. "Go. Go tell your whore how much you love her." Her words were like acid, spoken slowly and softly. "But you will stay away from me and my children. Try and stop me and I will rip your balls from your body and you will never bed your whore again." Lips remained curled back, as she took a step away from him, refusing to be anywhere near him. It no longer matter what happened or didn't happen, his heart belonged to another and she wanted no part any loner. She would pivot away from him, not once glancing back as she left him to stand in the cold.
-exit unless stopped- "Burn Baby Burn" |