Fate:

She slept in his shadow, waiting for the day he’d take pride in holding her embrace. She had evoked foreign feelings in him, that left him longing for more- yet iron reins bridled his affections and held him back from acting out . Swerved, by end less tales and remarks, woven by the simple and the loud about his lover, he was constrained,-  he was hesitant . He was ashamed, he was afraid, of the stains her past would make on his clean, white slate. “do you think they’d be disappointed in me when they find out about you and I,” he had asked her one day- she smiled to herself humbly- never  feeling as worth less as she felt now. She hummed to her ailing spirits, tracing the open wound he had inflicted upon her, with tender fingers. Stroking the ache gently, she began accepting the sullied face and conclusion of herself  everyone else saw. Maybe she wasn’t who she thought she was. Maybe the jagged remarks they made were her truth. Obviously – even he couldn’t see past it , so it had to be the truth. Wincing at the mirror , she felt her chest explode into a million fragments , expanding in slow motion , magnified was its sensation. They’d always be disappointed in her and that’s something that was for sure. 

to be continued.