I don't believe I asked an opinion

I don't believe I stretched the truth.

I am not looking for a bargain.

All I really believe in is you.

-Rashambo, The Network

She had never been one to believe in trust, because trusting meant opening yourself up. And opening yourself up meant allowing people access to hurt you. And she had been hurt too many times to allow that to happen anymore. She promised herself not to let it continue, no longer would she fall for the charms and the kindness. She knew everyone had a darker side.

Then she met him. He never let her down, he never lied, and he never hurt her. She began to trust him and even go so far as to say she loved him. That was something she thought she'd never find herself saying. She had never really believed in love. Love was another way to be destroyed. But she fell harder and harder for him and he knew it. He respected it. Because he loved her too.

She was the broken artist, and he was her new canvas. He allowed her anything because she deserved it. Because she had been deceived too many times for him to even consider something like that. He wasn't like that to begin with, but the thought of causing her pain made him nauseous.

She loved to be held by him while he whispered sweet nothing's into her ear. She was thrilled to know she had all of him. All of his body, his mind, his hopes, his dreams, his desires…his heart. She consumed every part of him, assured that he was able to be trusted. She could sketch him anyway she wanted and he'd always come back. He'd always be with her, because he loved her and belonged to her.

Colors faded and she never had to worry about anything distracting him and anyone ruining the perfect picture she had worked so hard to paint. They were so perfect it was almost fake.

And that was the funny thing about believing, it didn't always have to be real.


A/N: I WUZ IN MUH TECHNOLOGY CLASS. SO EXCUSE THE SHORTNESS. ANY GOOD? REVIEW PLZ.