I own nothing, It's all SMeyers!
{Your pretty mouth forms pretty words with the worst of intent. Sardonic smirk, truth behind the lies and your eyes dance with mischief. I like you best when your lies are pretty!}
She gazes at him. Eyes fierce and jaded,his lips red and parted. Reeling from the words just uttered, the words she swore would never mean anything. Words have the power to destroy everything. She knows there's a catch. His body language is all wrong. Standing rigid before her; His once tame hair completely disheveled from the continuous ministrations his hands make when agitated. Within seconds reality comes crashing down around her with the use of one word.
"But!"
There it is, the down fall to all.
Before she has time to blink he is across the room like lightning. Pacing like an animal caged and wanton. Shadowed by twilight approaching she can't seem to keep focus in the barely lit room. He continues his repeated journey with a U turn every four steps.
"I can't, Damn it Bella. I can't do this anymore, I won't!"
His words are laced in despair regret coloring his tone. The anger rolling off him in waves yet even in this state he is beautiful.
The moving picture before her becomes even more distorted as the jet black mascara starts to run down her smooth pale face, muddy rivers of sorrow etching a pattern and dripping miniscule puddles off her chin on to the beige carpeted floor. Pain is seeping out of her body through tears fore her mouth can't seem to respond. A million thoughts are racing through two minds on the 15th floor of Cullen Publication.
Needing a moments reprieve. She transfers her vision and flinches when in her line of sight is a family photo. His distinguished features staring back at her, handsome and prominent. Bronze beside blonde and a perfect little mixture attached to each hand. All are faces of joy.
She knew this before, so why now does the guilt feel like it's eating her alive?. She swore she would never EVER be "That Girl!"
That girl. By definition she calls herself the repulsive manipulative bitch that inter~twines her life with someone elses.. Someone she knows is very much taken. Someone that has a family and has a very respectful reputation to uphold!
Though her fucking heart tried, she never truly fooled herself. She didn't once expect him to leave his family. She knew there would never be a happy ending for the two of them... hell, she didn't expect to fall victim to a lust filled moment. That one moment that led to two, which led to three, then led to what now? Fifty?
She had lost count after thirteen.
With heart breaking resolve the mess of a brunette forced her lips to form one sentence.
"I know."
Her words, only two of them. That is all it took for both of them. Two small syllables that might as well have meant The End!
{In all honesty, I'm just tired.. wore ragged from what life has thrown, the kind of tired that drains you mentally and your mind begs for reprieve!}