My first posted story.
All is Forgiven, Not Forgotten
There it was. That invisible knife stabbed into her back. He seemed good, like the kindest soul out there. But looks can be deceiving. With innocent eyes, soft, black hair, and dimples; he can trick the most untrusting people with false security.
Behind the kind look, there were daggers of pain ready to slice and slash where it hurts most – the heart. Because of him, she swore to never fall for anyone.
She locked her heart and threw the key away into the deep sea. They watched her put on a brave face, but knew she was crying inside.
She's strong, stronger than most, but she was being deceived all these years. Not just from him, but his partner in crime too – her best friend.
Now she looks on, never trusting anyone as much as she trusted him. With a stone heart, she detaches from her old personality and thinks.
She wonders about the what-ifs. She believes it was better to not know, to be ignorant of the whole situation while they talk behind her back.
It helped her grow, but it kept her in the dark.