She stood by the window. she was always near a window, looking out. As though waiting for someone. she held a locket in her fist, running her thumb over it. She never opened it when he was in the house. She instead waited until she was alone, crying in bed at night. then she pries it open and stares at the photo within.
she jumps when arms go around her waist, her heart leaping. she spins around and sees its only him and relaxes. this gentle man would never hurt her. he was a sweet, kind, caring man. he would do anything to protect her, and she loved that about him. but she didnt love him. how could she when this locket rested against her skin and burned her heart.
he holds her close and she relaxes into his arms, reveling in the protection his arms provide. he takes her to bed and she pretends to enjoy herself, though the entire time her focus is on the woman in her heart. he leaves and she is left laying naked and alone on her bed. she curls up and cries. cries for her lost life, her lost love and her endless lies. she hears a car pull up and terror rocks her body. she peeks out the window and sees a familiar face. she races to the door, pulling on clothes as she goes and yanks it open.
"what happened?" she whispers, terrified.
Hello! so new story, following alex in witness protection! :D tell me if you hate it, like it, whatever!
