Author's Note:
Done in response to the Jedi Council board future tense challenge.
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Betrayal
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He'll kill her.
It will be only a matter of time, once he embraces the darkness within that once so sickened him. How many times will she conceal her bruises, her wounds? How many times will she lie about who has turned her into a bloody pulp? How many times will she hide from him, sobbing in some dark alley where it is too dark for anyone to recognize her—not that anyone would take the battered spouse for the prominent politician she is?
Too many.
She will see it coming—the anger growing in his gaze, the suspicion. She will not be able smile tolerantly at another man without him believing her flirting. He will not let her speak to them with anything more than an expressionless mien.
Anything more will be betrayal.
She will struggle to stay within the bounds he sets, within his controls… But he'll only see her amiable personality fighting to assert itself from behind her chronic depression. One day she will slip, her suicidal desires vanishing from a much-needed laugh a male friend gives her.
And she will die.