Olivia sat a top the wooden bench her hand grasping a Muggle writing utensil as she viewed the many passer-bys, her face in a fallen expression. There stood a young couple with smiling assets and fluttering hearts their words floating in the air, shaped with love and care. With a heavy sigh she crossed her legs, and hardened her face, sighing deeply will ill-content. It would seem she was always the prospect and never the cared; it would seem her life in general was that of a bad love story. Here she sat like a poor little girl crying for her mother. But yet as she sat there the wood bench pinching her skin, her eyes still laid watching the happy couple smiling sweetly into the others eyes. Their smiles pure and innocent, like two doves in the same tree unaware of the world around and lost in the sea of 'false' happiness. At such a stage one is never aware of the possibilities that could arise.
The young girl's eyes sparkling with a wide and toothy smile widening up at her stud-ly beau. Never a thought of within a fort night she would be crying in pain sprawled across the floor, holding her face with a sullen heart and heavy pressure, having fallen for a man who beats her. A man who stares her in the eye within his mind as he makes love to another woman upon there bed in heartless pleasure. A man who wouldn't care as much as to walk away at the peak of a third trimester of pregnancy. No. At such a stage of love never would the man know of her ugly possibilities.
Never would he know that she uses him for money to buy the many prized possessions of twinkling jewelery sparkling upon her dainty neck. Never would he know of her love for domination in abuse of tasteful words and dirty little secrets placed upon his tanned figure. Never would he see the possibility, she would take all that he owned leaving him in the eye of a blizzard to fend for himself, and driving away in his loved late fathers possession. He soon to see his father once more.
No. These lovebirds wouldn't see the fatalities till they were at the peak only to whittle upon their heartstrings in the most cruel fashions possible. But of course, she could see. There happiness was no reality, but a mere vision made up in their own pitiful minds. Only reality could come after the realization of heartbreak set in, the reality as late as their unfaithful lives. For this small happiness would be but a bump upon an untimely measure, their lives forever changed for the worst.
With the shake of her head she unfolded her long tan legs, closing her composition, and sighing a heavy unconcerned sigh. Her bag flowing with each long stroke she made passing the foolish couple, and with the turn of her head pushed all thoughts of realism out.
Never would they know, not until passing times came upon them.
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