Theme: Truth
Word
Count: 195
Rating: PG-13
Summary: His girl is her but not her.
When she wakes from death he has already chosen another.
The bitterness is consuming. As if murder wasn't enough to endure. As if his survival isn't enough to bear. Now she is faced with his happiness.
She might laugh from the irony if she wasn't already weeping. The girl—his girl—is her but not her, a better her full of innocence and naiveté and life. And so she hates them both.
But that doesn't change the fact that she's alone now. Days stretch into nights stretch into memories, and he comes to her with empty confessions.
She doesn't even know what the truth is anymore. Apparently he loved her then. But she can't wipe those blood stained claws from her memory. And when she touches the smooth skin of her shoulder, she can't forgive him for moving on without her.
In the end she has discovered that hate is somehow more painful than betrayal's bitter emptiness.
It was never supposed to end this way.
But she had expected it from the moment of their first kiss. She tasted the tragedy on his lips. And now there is nothing left to want except his death.