Please Stay
"Would you leave me alone, if I begged you to stay?"
The words, layered with sadness pitching her soft voice. Watery green eyes, faintly glancing to his back. Knowing her eyes couldn't pierce through his skin, that she was weak. But what caused her heart to ache, her eyes to shed tears and her faith in love to slowly slip away, was that she already knew the answer to her question. Without his words.
Her fingers clung around the necklace burning in her skin, with the thoughts somewhere behind a lock in her mind that this wasn't a gift to her. That it was a hand down necklace, with a brass diamond wearing a thin crack and shaded in copper. Not the original gold.
She desperately longed for the love, the necklace once held. That specific feeling of need he had given her, was not what she could place, like her affection for children and flowers.
She bowed her head. The metallic touch had burned through, hurting her fingers and thoughts as she embraced the hanger suffocating her mentally.
Torn, bruised and cut. Like weltered roses tossed aside. Desperately grabbing hold of things that showed love in the slightest form. Trying to pretend that there was love between them, no dying tragedy where she would mourn and fade away in the emptiness she called her life.
She closed her eyes, feeling the tears. Stinging, itching the wounds crawling under her skin. Showing a weakness.
"Because I need you around me to breathe. Because you give m-."
The words she cried, she begged him to stay, were silenced with a slap in her face. The pain of the sudden impact, their skins met, overwhelmed her and opened the feelings she had built as a defense.
Her tears crossed the red skin, her eyes like wet leaves after a rainstorm in the moonlight, she looked at him; hoping she reflected her emotions.
The pain reached inches of her body. She suffered from the emotional pain, the physical she could bare. Make-up could hide, could let her pretend that the bruise wouldn't be. But her memory couldn't fool her, it never fooled her. The thoughts containing him and another woman, wrapped in nothing than a towel, closer than her lips had ever been, traumatized her. Grasped her, like her fingers around the necklace.
He didn't move.
He didn't turn his head to face her tears. Pretending as if they weren't there. His face, hidden by the locks she longed to touch, opposed the wall. She had stared often into his absence eyes, had studied every facial feature while holding her breath for his beauty, had told her heart to be quiet whenever near him. She could picture his eyes. Dull, absent. Not regretting his actions, finding the torture he brought her justified. His perfect eyes pierced the wall, with the force of his stare.
"My actions towards you, never contained forms of affection, signs of love. They never will."
His words, cutting her skin like sharp wind slicing tears, brought her the reality she forced out off her mind each time she gazed at his beauty. The wet leaves concealing her irises, let through a waterfall of tears. Showing her weakness. Hoping her tears, the reflecting of her heart in her eyes, would make him take back the words that passed his lips with venom.
Praying he would love her.
She wished for many things. She wished to be bulletproof, secretly she wished that the woman worthy enough to be loved by him would disappear. She begged for his love, she wished for less tears inhabiting her body.
"Please stay."
Her last beg, not more than a whisper. Afraid to be heard. Her last plea for love. Her last heartbeat. Before the lily died against the cold grasps from the iceberg.