Word Count: 100 words
For My Love
"You want me, do you? You. Love. Me." His voice was harsh and seemed to echo in the empty room. The wall was cold at my back, and his beautiful, accurate hands found all the right places to touch. I met his eyes only once, and any pleasure I might have felt in this violation of my love died in their emptiness.
I did not see him for months, and then there was no guilt or warmth in those eyes. "The things you do for the one you love." I said it with a smile, though it tore my heart.
Harvest