It’s true, isn’t it?
You lied to me for twenty years. About my age, my heritage, my humanity.
How could you? I’m your child! Is that even real? Or is it something else you lied to me about because you wanted me to live an ignorant life, so that it made you feel better about yourself, what you’ve done to my actual people?
“I love you. I always have. I mean, I didn’t want this to be cliche, you deserve better than that. But I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.
“The truth is, I’ve been in love with you for years. Your smile, your intelligence, your kindness, it’s just, it’s just something I’ve always wanted to have in a partner that I could spend my lifetime with. It’s…[Read more]
She bowed her head, heart beating and hurting from the pain. Who knew that loss could hurt so bad? Her eyes glistened with tears, but she didn’t dare let them fall, not with so many people watching.
Shame washed over her. Even now, in his death, her pride still mattered more than her sincerity.
The walls crumbled, debris littering the cracked tiles and kicking up dust around what used to be their room. He coughed, praying that his asthma wouldn’t act up here. Looking around, all he could think about was the happiness he had once felt at being the cause of this sort of destruction, but now…
She was pummeled to the ground, and as she lay there, unmoving, eyes blank and staring listlessly ahead, she wondered how she could ever had trusted this man.
He was a manipulator, a chess player – as cliche as that sounded – who gave little regard to those he deemed useless to his plans. Or worse, too little of a threat to his wealth and authority.