She allowed her emotions to get the best of her…yet, again. Even when she knew what she needed to do, for some reason the opposite occurred. He pushed one button, then another. Like a volcano, she exploded. After the eruption, he calmly walked away. Leaving her to pick up the broken pieces. Did he recognize her fragile state of mind? Did he even care? Of course, he didn’t.
This monster derived a certain pleasure…a sick pleasure out of ripping her heart out and trampling it on the floor. It energized him. It made him feel strong and powerful…manly. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The joy of life hidden behind streaks of running mascara and smudged eyeliner. Who is this person? Shocked at her appearance, she lingered for a second longer. As her hands trembled, the voice in her head screamed, “You are so weak!” her soul agreed with the voice’s observation.
Sadly, this is the end result of two fragile souls clashing. One soul sucks the life out of another in order to survive. Do not judge her. Be careful how you treat her….she’s fragile so handle with extreme care!!
Written by Laura Alexander